French Montana – Push Start Lyrics

 

Push Start Lyrics French Montana

Push Start Lyrics

 

Push Start Lyrics by French Montana (feat. Coi Leray)

 

(Hitmaka)

Push start whip, no switch on it
Rolex so big, no tick on it
Too bad, bitch, my trick on her
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it
Kiss on it, lick on it
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it

Word to Trina, I’ma trick on it
We ain’t throwin’ ones, throwin’ bricks on it
Watchin’ all the drip till she slip on it
If that’s yo best friend tell her lick on it
Suck on it, touch on it, kiss on it, flip on it, buss on it
Buss down, buss down, get your freak on
Count it up, count it up, that’s my theme song
Is you fuckin’ for the love or fuckin’ these millions
I be tryna be a hoe but I got feelings
She a lil’ freak, comin’ for my head top
Buss it down, gave me head like Jill Scott
Shawty kept it a hunnid, never hit the switch on me
Richard Millie on my arm, call me Rich Homie

Push start whip, no switch on it
Rolex so big, no tick on it
Too bad, bitch, my trick on her
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it
Kiss on it, lick on it
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it

Sit on it, buss on it, do a split, shit
I’ma fool with this rich dick
What that mean? All the cool shit been did
Prolly a seven, couple eighths, it’s been ten since cheaper
Keep a red head when it’s windy
Bean mean, caught him tryna steal, youngin’, what’s the deal?
Grip say he got a six, I want all seals
Trip lookin’ for the fet, aye, who this?
Wrong number, bitch, I’m legit
Call me for a verse or call me for some ticks
N***** trippin’, finally movin’ right, put the case behind me
.40 on the seat, put the Drac’ behind me
You on live, still fuckin’ firin’
I ain’t squashin’ shit till they die, die

Push start whip, no switch on it
Rolex so big, no tick on it
Too bad, bitch, my trick on her
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it
Kiss on it, lick on it
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it

Top ten list with yo bitch on it
AK-47 with the stick on it
We ain’t touch his pussy, you gon’ spend on it
Kelly Rowland, we got a dilemma
Can I eat on it? Lick on it?
Mmm, can I sleep on it?
Press rewind, run it back, then delete on it
Turn around touch my feet on it
Real big baller and shot caller
Came from the opps then you know I don’t want her
Pistol in the drawer, got the money in the dresser
I know he be mad I be fuckin’ on his best one
Do it so nasty, no, you can’t pass me
Yeah, he nineteen, he be goin’ like a taxi

Push start whip, no switch on it
Rolex so big, no tick on it
Too bad, bitch, my trick on her
She gon’ do a handstand, then split on it
Kiss on it, lick on it
Touch on it, fuck on it, spit on it, suck on it