Pushin Up lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Come here, baby
Uh, yeah (King Nathan with another one)
Uh

[Chorus]
Come here, bae, you so goddamn fine, what's your number? (Come here, bae)
I been beatin' up the road, I got scars on my knuckles (Skrrt)
Cheese-chasin', highway, speed-racin', doin' a hundred (Yoom)
I'm in traffic, drivin' a f*ckin' G-wagen like a Honda (Yoom)
n*ggas hatin' 'cause they ain't us
f*ck them n*ggas, I'm rich as f*ck (f*ck 'em)
You lookin' for me, I'm cookin' up
Where it's at? I'm pushin' up
Money good, trap swingin'
I'm beatin' the pot up like I'm angry
I can run it up with no ankles
I got chicken like Bojangles (n*gga)

[Verse]
I got chicken like Zaxby's, n*gga
Want some— get at me, n*gga (Brrt)
I'm Mr. Beat the f*ckin' Road, I'm Mr. f*ck up Traffic, n*gga (Yoom)
I'm on a jet drinkin' champagne with no ice, n*gga (No ice, n*gga)
Huh, I got too much dogsh*t on me, run the lights, n*gga (Run the lights, n*gga)
f*ck them lames, you look better with a boss, baby (Come here, bae)
I'll buy you Chrome Heart, let me nail you to the cross, baby (Come here, bae)
Punchin' her good, I'm deep in her
These pus*y n*ggas pretenders (pus*y n*ggas)
I'm a real street n*gga
I keep switchin' up vehicles (Yoom)
I ain't tuckin' nothin', I'm outside with all my ice, n*gga (n*gga)
I ain't catchin' feelings for these b*tches, I'm catchin' flights, n*gga (Phew)
You better get some f*ckin' motion, that's my best advice, n*gga (n*gga)
I'll never be a rat, I put that on my life, n*gga (n*gga)
Put that on my soul, baby
Designer on my clothes, baby
Jewelery ice, it froze, baby (Bling)
Hundred K, two shows, baby (Beep, beep)
I bought my ice when I got hot
I can go Maybach off the lot (Yoom)
I can point you to the— I got whatever, just drop the dot (n*gga)
[Chorus]
Come here, bae, you so goddamn fine, what's your number? (Come here, bae)
I been beatin' up the road, I got scars on my knuckles (Skrrt)
Cheese-chasin', highway, speed-racin', doin' a hundred (Yoom)
I'm in traffic, drivin' a f*ckin' G-wagen like a Honda (Yoom)
n*ggas hatin' 'cause they ain't us
f*ck them n*ggas, I'm rich as f*ck (f*ck 'em)
You lookin' for me, I'm cookin' up
Where it's at? I'm pushin' up
Money good, trap swingin'
I'm beatin' the pot up like I'm angry
I can run it up with no ankles
I got chicken like Bojangles (n*gga)