Elevator

[Intro] (Smoke) [Chorus] I’m goin' up like an elevator 'Bout to cut down a tree 'cause I need this paper Get on your knees and meet ya maker 'Bout to count up this cheese and motivate ya (Oh) Stuck to these streets, I need to change up Told my bitch I’ma leave, I’ll hoe ya later I’m not yo' common denominator I could eat yo' cat like a Baconator [Verse 1] Thugger voice, told her “Make room for another Porsche” New Panamera, big body toy Crank up my shit, let me hear the horse These bitches want me to come see 'em more Watch me grind on these hoes like a skating board I been wantin' that shit that I can’t afford Watch me pick it, cash out and walk out the store Mix it up and dissolve, the Act a lockjaw I’m sippin' that clean at the clear port Board a jet with my dog, we run through them all We fuckin' these hoes with they hands up Got these racks and I can’t keep my pants up Tell my lil' broadie “Keep the FN tucked” Money ain’t through with me, I could spend a dub I could take that lil' stripper hoe out the club [Chorus] I’m goin' up like an elevator 'Bout to cut down a tree 'cause I need this paper Get on your knees and meet ya maker 'Bout to count up this cheese and motivate ya (Oh) Stuck to these streets, I need to change up Told my bitch I’ma leave, I’ll hoe ya later I’m not yo' common denominator (Nah) I could eat yo' cat like a Baconator (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2] Speed racin' Beat up her shit at a fast pace When I fucked that hoe, we was back stage She told me she gon' have the last taste I walked in, she was already naked But nobody done said she was ratchet I can’t kick it no more, you so basic Wanna know how you are with no passes If I’m goin' to LA or goin' to NY I’m takin' these rackaids to Aces When I catch me a break, I’m goin' to Dubai And I’m gon' dine in with the Masons I know Jews and I fuck with the Haitians Spendin' money on every occasion I been building my ties up for ages Watch the street nigga turn to an agent [Chorus] I’m goin' up like an elevator 'Bout to cut down a tree 'cause I need this paper (Ya) Get on your knees and meet ya maker 'Bout to count up this cheese and motivate ya (Oh) Stuck to these streets, I need to change up Told my bitch I’ma leave, I’ll hoe ya later I’m not yo' common denominator (Nah) I could eat yo' cat like a Baconator