Push Up

[Chorus]

Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'

Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin' (Coke Boy, baby)

Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin' (Murda on the beat so it's not nice!)

Bitches drop it, when you 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 a hundred bands poppin'

[Post-Chorus]

Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze

Pray to the high, for my enemies

[Verse 1]

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

[Chorus]

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'

[Post-Chorus]

Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze

Pray to the high, for my enemies

[Verse 2]

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'ma spin 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

[Chorus]

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'

[Outro]

Push up, push up on it

Time to push up, push up

Every time I push up on it

Push up on it