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Tom:
Fm A# Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A# Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin' [Post-Hook]
Fm A# Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze
Fm A# Pray to the high, for my enemies [Verse 1]
Fm A# In the bars, Max behind the bars
Fm A# Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog
Fm A# I'mma ide with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
Fm A# They don't want no money, niggas actin' groupie
Fm A# I've been ridin' in a Benz, bustin' with the beams
Fm A# I just want the paper, I don't need no friends
Fm A# I was ridin' with the oh, oh, feelin' like I'm Guwop
Fm A# Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
Fm A# I be ridin' with with Khaled, watchin' for the grease
Fm A# Pray to the high, for my enemies [Hook]
Fm A# Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A# Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin' [Post-Hook]
Fm A# Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze
Fm A# Pray to the high, for my enemies [Verse 2]
Fm A# Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Fm A# Got married to the mob, that's word to my mom
Fm A# Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
Fm A# She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
Fm A# I'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Fm A# Wanna talk man to man, not two or three soldiers
Fm A# In Atlanta out with Flocka, spinnin' 'round with Gucci
Fm A# Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Fm A# Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
Fm A# They all love me like I'm Boosie, G'd up, fuck this Gucci
Fm A# Gotta leave it up to God, cook it up and dry it
Fm A# Hit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job [Hook]
Fm A# Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up
Fm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Fm A# Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Fm A# Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
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Composição: Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, French Montana e Murda Beatz Productions

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