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