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Push Up
by French Montana
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Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Bitch, 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'
Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Ridin' in a V, watchin' for the greaze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
Send the bar, Max behind the bar
Chinx up in heaven, I'mma do it for my dog
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 of Newark
I be ridin' with Keliz, watchin' for the greaze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Bitch, 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'
Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Ridin' in a V, watchin' for the greaze
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 mama
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 zone
Out in Atlanta out with Flock, 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 drive
Hit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Bitch, 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'
Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up
Every time I push up on
Push up on it
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Bitch, 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'
Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Ridin' in a V, watchin' for the greaze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
Send the bar, Max behind the bar
Chinx up in heaven, I'mma do it for my dog
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 of Newark
I be ridin' with Keliz, watchin' for the greaze
Pray to the high, for my enemies
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Bitch, 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'
Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Ridin' in a V, watchin' for the greaze
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 mama
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 zone
Out in Atlanta out with Flock, 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 drive
Hit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Bitch, 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'
Bitch, drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up
Every time I push up on
Push up on it
