French Montana - Push Up lyrics

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French Montana - Push Up lyrics

Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? b**h, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? b**h, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? b**h, drop it, wanna 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, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? b**h, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? [Verse 1] Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze Pray to the high, for my enemies In the [?], lights behind the [?] Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog Ride with a Ruger, n***as try to shoot ya They don't want no money, n***as 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 [?], watchin' for the grease Pray to the high, for my enemies [Chorus] Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? b**h, drop it, wanna 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, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? b**h, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? Ridin' in a V, watchin' for the grease Pray to the high, for my enemies [Verse 2] Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends 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'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma Wanna talk man to man, not two or three [?] 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, f** this Gucci Gotta leave it [?], cook it up and dry it Hit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job [Chorus] Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? b**h, drop it, wanna 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, wanna see a hundred bands poppin'? b**h, drop it, wanna 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