Pull Over - Priceless Da Roc, Young Fresh, C2Saucy

Yeah

There it go (Pricless)

Bend over to me

Hair long, money long

Me and broke niggas, we don’t get along (x2)

Look back at it, look back

Ass so fat, i told her look back at it (x2)

Look back at it, like my rear view

Bend it over, let me get a clear view

Macs breaking, gotta stare when they see you

G string showing, under screening saying peek-a-boo

Bands a make her dance, so imagine what the dick will do

You would think your pussy is ice pop, how I, m licking you

We finn' to play, how i stick with you

You would swear i’m an acrobatic how i’m flipping you

Dick out, she go wonder like it’s limbo

Fuck bitches, get money case she didn’t get the memo

And you gonna tell a nigga like your head stupid

But your brain knots, will tell your partners you about to go

Where?

tell them that you gotta show to do

It’s called bounce the ass on Priceless' dick

And you got the leading role

Camera’s don’t go, but if they do go, they go crazy

My dick’s an open freeway and your pussy is a new Mercedes

(Ride it)

Verse 2: C2Saucy

I don’t get along, with a lot of you niggas

And every time you mad cause you know that i get it

Let a real nigga get it, bitch a real nigga win it

These other niggas lame, they don’t ride out and get it

What the fuck you mean bitch?

i’m the King of my city

And your girl looking good, the way she yike on that dick

And she think you niggas woan, so she ride on my stick

Her ass looking right in that shorts

And i judge you, so it’s all intended court

Hold up.

I told her look back at it

And that ass is light, i threw a stack at it

Bands can make her dance

But the sauce can make her bust it

Then i pull that 9 out and that thang out the gusset

Hold up, And my Ciroc 'o nice, ain’t looking for no wife

But she can be for the night, and 08

Verse 3: Young Fresh

She got ice cakes

Imma look at her and watch her ass shake

Baby, move it like she in an ass car race

She ain’t coming last, she gone be in first place

The way she shake that ass, throw stacks at her

She gone be fucking with me, because she mad at her nigga

He won’t be hitting it right, when she asking her niggas

A true player in her life, and she glad I’m her nigga

But no bong do that, i just continue to throw bands

Make her strip butt naked, a make her do the dollar dance

Got on a her handstand

Looking like a skateboarder, with a fat ass in them tight pants

Look, she act a fool on the dick

Couple words in her ear, and i got her ready to strip

So, baby pull out of them clothes

Why my niggas proceed to throw doh