歌手:French Montana
专辑:《Jungle Rules》

作词 : Karim Kharbouch/Shane Lindstrom/Kevin Gromringer/Tim Gomringer
作曲 : Karim Kharbouch/Shane Lindstrom/Kevin Gromringer/Tim Gomringer
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
*****es drop it
When you a hundred bands poppin'
*****es drop it (Murda on da beat)
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'
*****es 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 ride with a Ruger
****** try to shoot ya
They don't want no money, ****** 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'?
*****es 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'
*****es 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 was spinnin' 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, **** 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'
*****es 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'
*****es drop it
When you see a hundred bands poppin'
Push up, push up, push up on it
Time to push up, push up(this one you get it)
Every time I push up on it
Push up on it
Gotta get it now, gotta get it now
Gotta get it now