Pull Up On The Floor
rap, Hard-hitting club rap with female vocals, 140 BPM bounce. Thick sub bass, crisp trap hats, and clapping snares under a swaggering lead. Verses stay tight and percussive, hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and shout-along ad-libs. Occasional risers and synth stabs lift into the chorus; breakdown before final hook for crowd call-and-response., hip hop, female vocals
Pull Up On The Floor
rap, Hard-hitting club rap with female vocals, 140 BPM bounce. Thick sub bass, crisp trap hats, and clapping snares under a swaggering lead. Verses stay tight and percussive, hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and shout-along ad-libs. Occasional risers and synth stabs lift into the chorus; breakdown before final hook for crowd call-and-response., hip hop, female vocals
Lyrics
Intro
DJ turn it up
I ain’t come to talk
I came to cut up
(yeah, yeah)
Verse 1
Bad lil’ thing in designer and a hoodie
Hair done right, still dance like a bully
Hands on my knees, got ‘em staring like “damn”
I don’t want your man, but I’ll take his whole band
Shots in my cup, lil’ twist, no chase
Lip gloss thick, leave a mark on his face
If you broke, step back, give me room, don’t touch
He said “girl you the one”
I said “boy, I’m too much” (ha)
Chorus
Pull up on the floor, make it shake, make it shake
If you ain’t talkin’ money, get the f**k out my way
I’m a bad-ass bitch, pay me first, then you play
Hands high, throw it back, let the whole club say
Pull up on the floor, make it shake, make it shake
If you ain’t talkin’ money, get the f**k out my way
I’m a bad-ass bitch, pay me first, then you play
Hands high, throw it back, let the whole club say (hey!)
Verse 2
Big drip, big talk, big attitude
Walk in the spot, change the whole damn mood
He like how I move, how I grind, how I flex
He ain’t ever seen a queen talk s**t like this
Bag on my arm, big bills, that’s me
Put it on the ‘Gram, let my ex boy see
All my girls in the back, lookin’ fine, lookin’ mean
We the whole damn show, we the f**kin’ dream team (woah)
Chorus
Pull up on the floor, make it shake, make it shake
If you ain’t talkin’ money, get the f**k out my way
I’m a bad-ass bitch, pay me first, then you play
Hands high, throw it back, let the whole club say
Pull up on the floor, make it shake, make it shake
If you ain’t talkin’ money, get the f**k out my way
I’m a bad-ass bitch, pay me first, then you play
Hands high, throw it back, let the whole club say (yeah)