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 upFm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up onFm A# Push up, push up, push up, push upFm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on itFm A# Push up, push up, push up, push upFm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on itFm 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 breezeFm A# Pray to the high, for my enemies [Verse 1]Fm A# In the bars, Max behind the barsFm A# Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dogFm A# I'mma ide with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot yaFm A# They don't want no money, niggas actin' groupieFm A# I've been ridin' in a Benz, bustin' with the beamsFm A# I just want the paper, I don't need no friendsFm A# I was ridin' with the oh, oh, feelin' like I'm GuwopFm A# Came up out the sewer, got the work out in NewarkFm A# I be ridin' with with Khaled, watchin' for the greaseFm 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 upFm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up onFm A# Push up, push up, push up, push upFm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on itFm A# Push up, push up, push up, push upFm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on itFm 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 breezeFm A# Pray to the high, for my enemies [Verse 2]Fm A# Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiendsFm A# Got married to the mob, that's word to my momFm A# Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racksFm A# She ran up out the back, she threw me on her backFm A# I'ma spin around the corner, work on my diplomaFm A# Wanna talk man to man, not two or three soldiersFm A# In Atlanta out with Flocka, spinnin' 'round with GucciFm A# Had the white like sushi and the brown like KarruecheFm A# Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like TunechiFm A# They all love me like I'm Boosie, G'd up, fuck this GucciFm A# Gotta leave it up to God, cook it up and dry itFm 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 upFm A# Push up, push up, push up, push up onFm A# Push up, push up, push up, push upFm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on itFm A# Push up, push up, push up, push upFm A# Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on itFm 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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