Tory Lanez - Elevator Music (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Bei Maejor] Going up (x3) [Hook: Bei Maejor] Girl, you know we really smoke well And it's a private party later at my hotel (room) So you should fall through a little later Baby, if you're down, meet me at the elevator And we, going up (x6) On the elevator baby [Verse 1: Kid Ink] Going up, got you high as (sigh) Hope that ain't your girl, cause tonight I got her cuffed I'm on that, a-a-a-a-a** Hit it from the back Don't give her the D, she be acting like a brat Baby, alright, we can do it all night Hop inside my backseat, hit it on the car ride Just lift up your left leg, swear you ain't gonna walk right Trying to say my name, she can't even talk right [Hook: Bei Maejor] [Verse 2: Tory Lanez] It might be plenty of them, but they ain't got any on me Girl gone inside of my suite because I got two 20-10's and they freakin' If you say this chick is your girl, n***a why she all up on me? It's me and Jay Fresco, she ga**ed up like petrol Got her hand all up in my Levi's, Hatin' n***as you knee-high Your girl's on me like, gone like she T.I Time is money we banging, lay it down like she planking Pocket's full of Ben Franklins, body know that you done been thinking About my elevator [Hook: Bei Maejor] [Verse 3: Bow Wow] Baby I know you nervous, I know this your first time Usually I don't do this, but damn, girl, you're fine Hop up in my elevator, shawty press the penthouse Put this all up in you, I could probably knock your ribs out Cause you ain't messing with no amateur Gone off a redbull in two minutes, I hope that you got stamina Cause all I wanna do is be with you, get some privacy Turn the phones off, shawty I'm so throwed off So let's make love Show you what this Ohio n***a's made of See if you don't climb on top, I'm hittin all your spots Feeling your body aftershock, that's how it is when you're with Wizzle, baby [Hook: Bei Maejor] [Verse 4: Bei Maejor] I'm trying to follow something new, so I hit her up to come through You may call her your girlfriend, I just call her my little boo I swooped up, cooped up in that 6 speed She hopped in and she kissed me Probably cause I can hit it, and I'm rich, no Ken Griffey Now we pouring up them shots in here, laid up like cots in here She put her hands on the wall like cops in here I threw a glove on like boxing gear Up, up, and away She'll come down in a couple of days I cooled off with a cup full of spades She felt good, lit a couple of jays [Hook: Bei Maejor]