Polyester the Saint - Elevators lyrics

[Verse 1: Chuck] Check me out, uh With her and her, yea you and her In the Jeep, couple G's, gripped a couple turns I need to see it first, best believe it works You want designer purses but that ain't how it work Not me, not a drop of thirst baby In the club cutting cake, it's a n***a birthday Pop the Dom P bottle bruh need to celebrate But don't act like we in the spot tryna chase Give her space, if we like it then we let you know Girlfriend pick you out that's how we really roll She like it then I like then we rent a boat Couple centerfolds, gotta get 'em both With the bathrobe on in my shower shoes Match the Grant Hills up with the Fila suit Real live n***a rap and you see it too Tesla coupe went the scenic route [Hook: Buddy] Girl, no need to hide it You know you like it Girl quit yo playing Just cut the game Girl, I does it You know you love it Girl quit complaining Just cut the game Gon' and bring it over here to me C'mon, c'mon, c'mon And gon' and bring it over here to me C'mon, c'mon, c'mon [Verse 2: Polyester] You know how it is, you know how I do I'm 'bout the bidness, sipping champagne on the roof Going swimming, now you wanna hang with the crew Bring your friends, we can pop for a few Seconds, I reckon we can all get loose Pop the Pino, pop the Goose Oh you faded now, I'm on a thang or two Girl stop playing, this ain't nathin' new You one of them chicks that like to twerk alone I'm one of them players, no Twitter, no phone Page a pimp when you wanna get it on And make it quick, I'm finna hit the road Slide, ride, skippity skip I turn water to wine, girl don't trip What's your sign, I go with all of them In the game I'm above the rim [Hook] [Verse 3: Buddy] Now all my lowriders, westside fo' life, pro riders Grinding all day with no problems, getting yo dollars Go ahead and pop yo collars As I recall it was me and a chick with a [?] and a fifth Kicking it with G's in a whip She handed me the keys to the whip, I said please, we can dip Let me slip into yo creez for a bit I hope it's sweet, cause if it is baby I'ma run up in it Hand me the bib cause you know that I'm gon' feast And yea I know you petite but it don't matter cause I know you a freak So won't you gon' and let a n***a put it down, down, down Hope you ready cause I'm finna go to town, town, town Girl I love it every time you make that sound, sound, sound, pow, pow Baby you's a dog and I'm finna pound, pound...pound Now, I'm hitting it from the back Ow, she liking it like that Bow bow, oh yea her booty voluptuous See Chuck made the cut so bump to this, puff puff to this [Hook]