French Montana - Push Up lyrics

Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Bitches drop it
When you a hundred bands poppin'
Bitches drop it
When you a hundred bands poppin'
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'

Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze
Pray to the high, for my enemies

In the bars, Max behind the bars
Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog
I'mma ide 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

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'

Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze
Pray to the high, for my enemies

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

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'

Push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up
Every time I push up on it push up on it