Gio - Push 2 Start

Yeah, I'm tryna get into it now
Gettin off, gettin off,
I keep playing with her heart
playing with her heart

Look, shorty want my love, I keep playing with her heart
Like a masterpiece, bae, you a work of art
Lately I've been tryna masterpiece her so hard
Like a foreign with no key, I need push the start

When she throw it back, I'ma knock it out the park
Pretty with the lights on, but she like it dark
Baby kinda new to this, she never date a star
Her ex was a lame man, all he do is bark

When she laid her eyes on me, yeah, she felt the spark
If he ain't got no motion, then tell that boy he chalk
Always send her big bens, I don't make her walk
Let the money speak, for me, cause I don't really talk

I can tell that she fuck me cause she can get it off
She can get it all, we gon' hit the mall
I don't really do frontin', yeah, I don't really stall
If I want it now, I just make a call

Gettin off, getting off,
I stay progressive
Only time I take L's when I'm taking lessons
Never drop my lo cause I gotta keep them guessing

Quick to cut her off, I don't really deal with stressing
I don't deal
I don't really deal with stressing
I don't really deal with stressing

I don't really deal with stressing
Quick to cut her off, I don't deal with stressing
Love shorty with my love, I keep playing with her heart
With her heart

Like a foreign with no key, I need push the start
Yeah
When she throw it back, I'ma knock it out the park
Pretty with the lights on, but she like a dark

Baby kinda new to this, she never date a star
Her ex was a lame man, all he do is bark
When she lay eyes on me, yeah, she felt the spark
Niggas went on motion, yeah, tell them boys they chalked

Always in the big Benz, I don't make her walk
Let the money speak for me, I don't really talk
I been stack chasing, money raceing
If I mention problems, yeah, you better change it

Told you something simple, but you rearranged it
I ain't write the book, but I turn to pages
Rule number one, keep money in the equation
So if it ain't bout them dollars, I ain't explain it

Tough on the net, but act different adjacent
Miss me with the hi, I don't deal with the faking
Stay up in my bag, and I know I make these niggas mad
Cause they cannot stunt like me

Yeah, they cannot stand like G
Bitch, you crazy, talk bout we
Bitch, you crazy, talk bout we
Gettin off, get off

G

Written by:
Giovanni Rasheed

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