Push It (Right Back) - Mixx Up Band

Wheezy outa here I could fly three of my homies on a 20 passenger jet (let's go) I could put her in my rotation and she'll never get upset I could make sure when I touch down I go straight into my Wraith My Goyard bag hold 250, put a mortgage in my safe (safe) Got M's in my account, I feel like I can finally take a break (bandos) Diving inside of the ocean and my neck look like a lake All of my pockets stuffed with lots of cheese that you can't grate (cheese) 100K plus for a show and I'm booked state to state Pinky ring big center stone with lil' VVS all around it I know that it's all there But I still love the feeling every time I count it Shorty got a lil' make up, I don't fuck her 'til I rub her mask off Cop shit, pop the tag off, take LSD and blast off Ain't seen me since high school, it's been a minute Can't you tell I'm litty Bust down cost 150 Lift my door, girl, get in Gettin' to it, I handle my business Got Foreigns like Fivio, big drip (big drip) Pourin' up drank, taking big sips R.I.P. Nip, got blue strips Wake up, I gotta go get it They told me I couldn't, I did it I'm the man of my town and my bity No security, I keep my blicky Feeling notorious like Biggie 100 round drums, big titties Lost a 100K, no biggie Make it right back, no kizzy Fucked up my re-up so many times, now I know how to make it back New artist that I never heard of want a feature Tell me where the paper at? All my cars go real fast, got horses in 'em like where the stable at Counting paper like loose leaf and it stick together Like where the staple at Shorty real, ain't got no chance of raggin' me If she pull up and her feet look raggedy Never let her post a picture tagging me Just to find out that she turned her back on me Everything I do, I do it properly Ain't talking money, then please don't talk to me Bought new watches and all them factory Invested money, got a lot of property Really came up, can't believe it Stay in Four Seasons every season Soon as I came is when she leaving Get me nothin' but head like Beavis Lately, I been on auto pilot Help me focus, then I wanna try it Getting paid 'cause I put the time in Me and money reunited Ain't seen me since high school, it's been a minute Can't you tell I'm litty Bust down cost 150 Lift my door, girl, get in Gettin' to it, I handle my business Got Foreigns like Fivio, big drip (big drip) Pourin' up drank, taking big sips R.I.P. Nip, got blue strips Wake up, I gotta go get it They told me I couldn't, I did it I'm the man of my town and my bity No security, I keep my blicky Feeling notorious like Biggie 100 round drums, big titties Lost a 100K, no biggie Make it right back, no kizzy

Living off the friends we made Never ever getting paid Kicking ass and paying dues Lose our mind in self abuse Loving ladies by the score Waking up and wanting more I hope my Mama understands When I strike up the band Well I spit out my anger as the sweat do fly Fifteen years of paying dues just to get me by Now the barkeeps would pay us by the crowds we bring But those son-of-bitches never paid us one damn thing And my poor Daddy, he just don't understand It's balls out tonight, watch the shit hit the fan When we strike up the band Now those drop dead ladies line the very first row I do believe I'd like to spend some time after the show Now them years gone by, the barkeeps pay in cash And them lovely ladies feed me an earful of trash And my old lady, she just don't understand Why those floozies got their hands on her man And my poor Daddy, he still don't understand Why it's balls out tonight watch the shit hit the fan Give it all that we can, we don't give a good damn When we strike up the band Living like a gypsy, An air conditioned hippie Who's never seen the light of day Rode dog and cowboy Don't know how, boy I ever lived this long this way, no, no, said And my poor Daddy, he still don't understand Why it's balls out tonight watch the shit hit the fan Give it all that we can, we don't give a good damn When we strike up the band

Strike Up the Band Tony Bennett Written by George and Ira Gershwin From his "Strike Up the Band" LP with Count Basie: Roulette 25231 This version did not chart but In 1930, two versions did chart: Red Nichols and His Five Pennies at # 7 and the Arden-Ohman Orchestra at # 12 Title song from the Broadway musical Let the drums roll out Let the trumpet call While the people shout "Strike up the band" Hear the cymbals ring Callin' one and all To the martial swing, strike up the band There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun You son of a gun of a gun, take your stand Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Hey, leader, strike up the band! There is work to be done, to be done Let's have fun, fun, fun Come on, son of a gun of a gun, take your stand Form a line, oh, oh Come on, let's go Hey, Mr. Leader, Hey, Mr. Leader, Please strike up the band