(Verse 1)
I was mobbing through the beach, yeah the city by the sea
Mama tried to keep me home, but I love the f**king streets
I was cooking up a Ki, tryna serve it to the streets
Couple ni**as 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 ni**as talk, ain’t a ni**a press me yet
I’m in Houston, V Live, throwing racks, that’s a bet
And you ain’t a real ni**a 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
(Verse 2)
Cooking on a pot, had to scale and weigh the rock
Almost burned my f**king hand, I forgot this s**t was hot
I’m just tryna get a knot, had the s**t 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 ni**a 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
