FRENCH MONTAN – Push Up lyrics

FRENCH MONTAN – Push Up lyrics

Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, 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’?
Bitch, 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, 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 [?], watchin’ for the grease
Pray to the high, for my enemies

[Chorus]
Drop it, wanna see a hundred bands poppin’?
Bitch, 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’?
Bitch, 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, fuck 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’?
Bitch, 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’?
Bitch, 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

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