Chord Gitar French Montana - Push Up Kunci Dasar - Chords.id (Nada Dasar A#)

Verse

Gm                                C
In the bars, Max behind the bars
Gm                                C
Drink a sip of heaven, I'ma do it for my dog
Gm                                C
I'mma ide with a Ruger, niggas try to shoot ya
Gm                                C
They don't want no money, niggas actin' groupie
Gm                                C
I've been ridin' in a Benz, bustin' with the beams
Gm                                C
I just want the paper, I don't need no friends
Gm                                C
I was ridin' with the oh, oh, feelin' like I'm Guwop
Gm                                C
Came up out the sewer, got the work out in Newark
Gm                                C
I be ridin' with with Khaled, watchin' for the grease
Gm                                C
Pray to the high, for my enemies
 
[Hook]
Gm                                C
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Gm                                  C
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Gm                         C
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
 
[Post-Hook]
Gm                                C
Ridin' in a V, like to feel the breeze
Gm                                C
Pray to the high, for my enemies
 
[Verse 2]
Gm                          C
Got it from the thieves, served it to the fiends
Gm                          C
Got married to the mob, that's word to my mom
Gm                          C
Shorty bounced it back, I showed a hundred racks
Gm                          C
She ran up out the back, she threw me on her back
Gm                             C
I'ma spin around the corner, work on my diploma
Gm                            C
Wanna talk man to man, not two or three soldiers
Gm                             C
In Atlanta out with Flocka, spinnin' 'round with Gucci
Gm                                  C
Had the white like sushi and the brown like Karrueche
Gm                              C
Got the scar like the Fugees, cash money like Tunechi
Gm                                   C
They all love me like I'm Boosie, G'd up, fuck this Gucci
Gm                          C
Gotta leave it up to God, cook it up and dry it
Gm                          C
Hit the 9-5, hustlin' was a job
 
[Hook]
Gm                                C
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, push up on
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Gm                                C
Push up, push up, push up, push up
Gm                                  C
Push up, push up, push up, gotta push up on it
Gm                         C
Drop it, when you see a hundred bands poppin'
Gm                                C
Bitches drop it, when you a hundred bands poppin'