Pushin

[Verse 1: Chanel West Coast and Ty Dolla $ign]

Like-Like-Like-Like-Like-Like-Like-Like-Like bath salts

Going crazy shut it down in this 'B', like last call

Never catch me bounce on them, baby, like basketball

Do what I wanna, smoke hella marijuana, It ain't my fault

Stay showin' off, if you got it then flaunt it, just let them know

Moving to the music, go hard just lose it, with no remorse

I'ma keep cruisin' like Tom in a movie, just stuntin' off

Hate it or they love it, always cold at the summit, got a Hermès scarf

They so sick, it is what it is, just call it off

[Chorus - Chanel West Coast]

Never gave a fuck about no hater ’cause they ain't put me on

Never gave a fuck about no hater ’cause they ain't put me on

Never gave a fuck about no hater ’cause they ain't put me on

This for my fellas and my ladies, get money all day long

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

[Verse 2 - Ty Dolla $ign]

(Dolla's, Dolla's, Dolla's) Sign

Girl-g-g-girl you gettin' money, then you’re bout your dollar signs

Got you rolling papers, now we gettin' high

You gone off the Yager, I'm on Miller Lite

Your ex seen me but you got him bitter, right?

We smoking, toking, choking, we don’t give no fucks

Tint on her window, getting ratchet in the truck

Everything we rough is on designer

If I fuck with you then you design all

Every car I drive is a foreign

Switch them bitches up, she get boring

Mister T-Shirt with Versace and some Jordans

Put my middle finger up, tell them...

[Chorus - Chanel West Coast]

Never gave a fuck about no hater ’cause they ain't put me on

Never gave a fuck about no hater ’cause they ain't put me on

Never gave a fuck about no hater ’cause they ain't put me on

This for my fellas and my ladies, get money all day long

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

[Verse 3 - Chanel West Coast]

I’ma keep it pushin', like a fire in the club

Haters shush them, yeah we shut em up

You peep my styles, checking out my butt

Might not be Nicki, but I got enough (okay, okay)

I’m a go hard-go hard, Rihanna style

Do it all night-all night, make it worth my while

All these doubters-doubters, can suck a dick

Like powder-powder, they gon' fiend for me

Wanna talk about us, let 'em talk

We stacking money, hotel on Boardwalk

Ain’t nothing funny, like small talk

May act lil' gully like I’m from New York

[Chorus - Chanel West Coast]

Never gave a fuck about no hater ’cause they ain't put me on

Never gave a fuck about no hater ’cause they ain't put me on

Never gave a fuck about no hater ’cause they ain't put me on

This for my fellas and my ladies, get money all day long

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’

Pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), pushin’ (pushin'), keep it pushin’