Gunna, Smoke - Elevator lyrics

(Smoke)

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

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, I could spend a
I could take that lil' stripper
Hoe out the club

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)

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 that said she was righteous
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

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