Push It

I was mobbin' through the beach

Yeah the city by the sea

Mama tried to keep me home

But I love the fuckin' streets

I was cookin' up a Ki

Tryna serve it to the streets

Couple niggas had beef

So I had to Chief Keef

I got homies from the 2

I got homies from the 3

I keep everything neutral

I just wanna smoke a leaf

I was runnin' up a check, try me

He gon' get the Tec

Hear a lot of niggas talk

Ain't a nigga 'press me yet

I'm in Houston, V Live

Throwin' racks, that's a bet

And you ain't a real nigga

If you don't rep your set

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Cooking on a pot

Had to scale and weigh the rock

Almost burned my fuckin' hand

I forgot this shit was hot

I'm just tryna get a knot

Had the shit up in my sock

Leave me 'lone, leave me 'lone

I could work my own block

Go get the money

Go get the money

Go get the money

Go get the money

All these racks

I could trick on

I got gold digger money

Gold digger money

Hood rich nigga gettin' money

Pushin' weight

Everything was an 8

Now it's lookin' like a plate

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money

Push it, push it

Go get the money, go get the money