Yeah

Yeah

Get ready

Push

See you out there

Yeah

Do your thing girl

Let's go, now

First seen her at a club scene

High pose, playing with her tongue ring

Big thighs, tight jeans, pink g-strings

Strawberry lips, small hips, no green

High confident, no teen

Bought her boy a free drink, fake smiles bring

Ain't Mary, fronting with her wedding ring

Flash for broke, pie when they bling

Late night fake affection, these erections

Hit blow, sex investment, girl get dough

She throw it like a pro live strip show

Nympho to the floor, bring it back like oh

Too cold with it, sexy exquisite

Want to grip and grow old with it

But you'll be lucky if you're with it

She's superstitious, too cute so venomous

Yeah, work that thang girl, Push

Get your monthly, damn, Push

Five series, whip down that fast lane, Push

Uh, uh, get yours

Can't help it, losing my patience

With her anklets all up to her fragrance

Smelling like cherry pie, hypnotise

With cinnamon eyes, it's sweet lies

Brown skin tone, rolling stone, pinky ring

Big stones, always on the cell phone

Always on the hustle

Mama taught how to work that muscle to gain what a man own

So devious, want to be so cold up in the mist

Witness now, women hater

Broke in the door trying to get a major

While she floss seats with the Lakers

Cool girl, you a player, yeah props due

But when your looks fade what you gon do

Two answers, rich baby daddy and nothing

Pair cancer, watch who your fucking

Yeah, work that thang girl, Push

Get your monthly, damn, Push

Five series, whip down that fast lane, Push

Uh, uh, get yours

Turn it up, uh, Push

Yeah, get yours, Push

New shit

Get your hustle, girl

Make money, yeah

J Dilla (woo, woo)

That's right, you know