Push

[Intro: M.E.D, J Dilla & Sample] Yeah Yeah Get ready Push See you out there Yeah Do your thing girl Let's go, now [Verse 1] First seen her at a club scene High pose, playing with her tongue ring Big thighs, tight jeans, pink g-strings Strawberry lips, small hips, no green High confident, no teen Bought her boy a free drink, fake smiles bring Ain't Mary, fronting with her wedding ring Flash for broke, pie when they bling Late night fake affection, these erections Hit blow, sex investment, girl get dough She throw it like a pro live strip show Nympho to the floor, bring it back like oh Too cold with it, sexy exquisite Want to grip and grow old with it But you'll be lucky if you're with it She's superstitious, too cute so venomous [Hook: M.E.D. & Sample] Yeah, work that thang girl, Push Get your monthly, damn, Push Five series, whip down that fast lane, Push Uh, uh, get yours [Verse 2] Can't help it, losing my patience With her anklets all up to her fragrance Smelling like cherry pie, hypnotise With cinnamon eyes, it's sweet lies Brown skin tone, rolling stone, pinky ring Big stones, always on the cell phone Always on the hustle Mama taught how to work that muscle to gain what a man own So devious, want to be so cold up in the mist Witness now, women hater Broke in the door trying to get a major While she floss seats with the Lakers Cool girl, you a player, yeah props due But when your looks fade what you gon do Two answers, rich baby daddy and nothing Pair cancer, watch who your fucking [Hook: M.E.D. & Sample] Yeah, work that thang girl, Push Get your monthly, damn, Push Five series, whip down that fast lane, Push Uh, uh, get yours [Outro] Turn it up, uh, Push Yeah, get yours, Push New shit Get your hustle, girl Make money, yeah J Dilla (woo, woo) That's right, you know