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