I was mobbin' through the beach Yeah the city by the sea Mama tried to keep me home But I love the fuckin' streets I was cookin' 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 runnin' 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 Throwin' racks, that's a bet And you ain't a real nigga If you don't rep your set 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 fuckin' 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 gettin' money Pushin' weight Everything was an 8 Now it's lookin' like a plate 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