Push Up

Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'

Bitches drop it

When you a hundred bands poppin'

Bitches drop it (Murda on da beat)

When you a hundred bands poppin'

Push up, push up, push up, push up

Push up, push up, push up, push up on

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Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it

Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'

Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'

Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze

Pray to the high, for my enemies

In the bars, Max behind the bars

Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog

I'mma ride with a Ruger

Niggas try to shoot ya

They don't want no money, niggas actin' groupie

I've been ridin' in a Benz

Bustin' with the beams

I just want the paper

I don't need no friends

I was ridin' with the oh, oh

Feelin' like I'm Guwop

Came up out the sewer

Got the work out in Newark

I be ridin' with with Khaled

Watchin' for the grease

Pray to the high, for my enemies

Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'?

Bitches drop it

When you see a hundred bands poppin'?

Push up, push up, push up, push up

Push up, push up, push up, push up on

Push up, push up, push up, push up

Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it

Push up, push up, push up, push up

Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it

Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'

Bitches drop it

When you see a hundred bands poppin'

Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze

Pray to the high, for my enemies

Got it from the thieves

Served it to the fiends

Got married to the mob, that's word to my mom

Shorty bounced it back

I showed a hundred racks

She ran up out the back

She threw me on her back

I was spinnin' around the corner

Work on my diploma

Wanna talk man to man

Not two or three soldiers

In Atlanta out with Flocka

Spinnin' 'round with Gucci

Had the white like sushi

And the brown like Karrueche

Got the scar like the Fugees

Cash money like Tunechi

They all love me like I'm Boosie

G'd up, fuck this Gucci

Gotta leave it up to God

Cook it up and dry it

Hit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job

Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'

Bitches drop it

When you see a hundred bands poppin'

Push up, push up, push up, push up

Push up, push up, push up, push up on

Push up, push up, push up, push up

Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it

Push up, push up, push up, push up

Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it

Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'

Bitches drop it

When you see a hundred bands poppin'

Push up, push up, push up on it

Time to push up, push up(this one you get it)

Every time I push up on it

Push up on it

Gotta get it now, gotta get it now

Gotta get it now