Lyrics: Roy Takudzwa Charamba/Jordan Leigh Baker
Music: Roy Takudzwa Charamba
I been on my way baby
Now we do the most hey hey
Now we got em all hating
All them niggas lames baby yeah
When I pull up on you (huh)
When I pull up on you (mhhhh)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
Girl I hope you're bout it
You know I'm out here tryna get to you babe
You been not replying
You're the one I'm eyeing
Girl that ain't no lie and
I'm just tryna be honest, got cash in my pockets
Moving on to better things
Different clothes, I might even cop a wedding ring
In a range when I pull up I just do my thing
Got cash in my pockets like I'm robbing banks
I been on my way baby
Now we do the most hey hey
Now we got em all hating
All them niggas lames baby yeah
When I pull up on you (huh)
When I pull up on you (mhhhh)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
Boy I'm you know bout it
Pull up on me
Miss your company
Heart on lock and you have found the key
I'm not lying yes I'm trying, I let my guard down
Gratifying to know that you want to hold me down
I like it when you pull up on me
Like it when you feel my body
Yes you can pull up on me
I been on my way baby
Now we do the most hey hey
Now we got em all hating
All them niggas lames baby yeah
When I pull up on you (huh)
When I pull up on you (mhhhh)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)
When I pull up on you (mhm)