Pushin

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Chanel West Coast and Ty Dolla $ign] Like-Like-Like-Like-Like-Like-Like-Like-Like bath salts Going crazy shut it down in this 'B', like last call Never catch me bounce on them, baby, like basketball Do what I wanna, smoke hella marijuana, It ain't my fault Stay showin' off, if you got it then flaunt it, just let them know Moving to the music, go hard just lose it, with no remorse I'ma keep cruisin' like Tom in a movie, just stuntin' off Hate it or they love it, always cold at the summit, got a Hermès scarf They so sick, it is what it is, just call it off [Chorus - Chanel West Coast] Never gave a fuck about no hater 'cause they ain't put me on Never gave a fuck about no hater 'cause they ain't put me on Never gave a fuck about no hater 'cause they ain't put me on This for my fellas and my ladies, get money all day long Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' [Verse 2 - Ty Dolla $ign] (Dolla's, Dolla's, Dolla's) Sign Girl-g-g-girl you gettin' money, then you're bout your dollar signs Got you rolling papers, now we gettin' high You gone off the Yager, I'm on Miller Lite Your ex seen me but you got him bitter, right? We smoking, toking, choking, we don't give no fucks Tint on her window, getting ratchet in the truck Everything we rough is on designer If I fuck with you then you design all Every car I drive is a foreign Switch them bitches up, she get boring Mister T-Shirt with Versace and some Jordans Put my middle finger up, tell them... [Chorus - Chanel West Coast] Never gave a fuck about no hater 'cause they ain't put me on Never gave a fuck about no hater 'cause they ain't put me on Never gave a fuck about no hater 'cause they ain't put me on This for my fellas and my ladies, get money all day long Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' [Verse 3 - Chanel West Coast] I'ma keep it pushin', like a fire in the club Haters shush them, yeah we shut em up You peep my styles, checking out my butt Might not be Nicki, but I got enough (okay, okay) I'm a go hard-go hard, Rihanna style Do it all night-all night, make it worth my while All these doubters-doubters, can suck a dick Like powder-powder, they gon' fiend for me Wanna talk about us, let 'em talk We stacking money, hotel on Boardwalk Ain't nothing funny, like small talk May act lil' gully like I'm from New York [Chorus - Chanel West Coast] Never gave a fuck about no hater 'cause they ain't put me on Never gave a fuck about no hater 'cause they ain't put me on Never gave a fuck about no hater 'cause they ain't put me on This for my fellas and my ladies, get money all day long Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin' Pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), pushin' (pushin'), keep it pushin'