Elevators Lyrics - Convertibles - Chuck Inglish

Check me out, uh 

With her and her, yea you and her 

In the Jeep, couple G's, grip the cup and 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 

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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 

Come on, come on, come on 

And gon' and bring it over here to me 

Come on, come on, come on 

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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 

In the game I'm above the rim 

Girl, no need to hide it 

You know you like it 

Girl quit yo playing 

Just cut the game 

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 

Girl, no need to hide it 

You know you like it 

Girl quit yo playing 

Just cut the game