Elevators

[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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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]