Pullin Lyrics - Fat Joe

Pullin out garages, broads, and credit cards 

Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds 

We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin 

Bitches like, "Ayy, let's get it on" 

Let's get it on, ow baby 

Coca 

Let's get it 

Joe Crack been slippin' the feds since the 80's 

Movin' that white boy, yeah, that's Slim Shady 

Pushin' that D like Terry Flannery 

Uncle Drew with the rock, they couldn't handle me 

You niggas buyin' Dapper Dan out the Gucci store 

I was in Harlem drippin' dap, servin' Pookie raw 

Cold case unit want smoke, they tryna find leakers 

Only cold case I know holdin' time pieces 

Now that's a milli on a wrist 

The only chains that matter is the rock piece and this 

TS logo diamonds drippin' on the Fashion Nova 

They like, "Fuck, these niggas ain't going never be over" 

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Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards 

Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds 

We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin 

Bitches like "Ayy, let's get it on" 

Let's get it on, ow baby 

Woo 

This is, yeah 

Let's get it 

Look, I'm still bumpin' Mike Jack Thriller (Still) 

I put that on the gang and the man in my mirror (Talk to 'em) 

I would never land of the side of foul niggas 

Where I'm from if they think that you rattin', they might kill ya 

Rappers do time, come home, then sound different 

When them feds be them niggas ghostwritin' they life sentence 

It's D-R-E, I fuck models and roll with mobsters 

And I cook up beats like a Doc, straight outta Compton, nig 

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Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards 

Crushin' bottle bitches, divas, and ghetto stars 

We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin 

Bitches like, "Ayy, let's get it on" 

Let's get it on, ow baby 

Let's get it on 

Let's love, baby 

Let's get it 

I'm with several incredible bitches that's ready to do what I tell them to do and that includes even beheading you 

I never knew how much you never knew of what you never knew 

I'm from the jungle not the pettin' zoo and you look edible 

Silence on the Glock, 'cause I'm just tryna to hold the noise 

You can hear a pin drop without hearin' the bowling balls 

And the truth is hard to swallow, but not for my hoe at all 

Oh my gosh, she bought me flowers, I'm about to smoke 'em all (Woo) 

Never had a white girl fetish, like my bitch kinda reddish 

With that white girl credit 

White sand by a kilo like a white pearl desert 

Y-M T-S's all white pearl letters, motherfucker 

Pullin' out garages, broads, and credit cards 

Dodgin' all charges, clout chasers, and frauds 

We are not the same, I am a Martian, Marvin 

Bitches like, "Ayy, let's get it on"