Push It

I was mobbing through the beach, yeah the city by the sea
Mama tried to keep me home, but I love the fucking streets
I was cooking 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 running 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, throwing racks, that's a bet
And you ain't a real nigga if you don't rep your set

Chorus
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 fucking 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 getting money, pushing weight
Everything was an 8, now it's looking like a plate

Chorus
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