Elephants – Tory Lanez

Hello, it’s the fly guy
Money to the sky guy
I could let the 9 color you like some tie-dye
Bars like my WiFi
Cars like a drive-by
Even when you tweeting still ain’t even on my timeline
I keep it 9
I’m getting cash, times 9
I like my women real quite like some mines
I’m getting lost in the money still like find time
For the brain like I’m Einstein
I know what them bitches for
I can make your chick depart
I be hitting hoes you only see on 106 & Park
Funny that them same hoes is always at my crib to talk
If you came here just to talk
Bitch get out my whip and walk
‘Cause I ain’t got time to lose the time on stupid dimes
And take my head and lose my mind
I fucked these hoes two’s at times is 3 at 8 and 2 at 9
See I make you feel the blinds like you don’t lose your blinds
Baby give me brain and let my dick porous your mind
Get money like social banking
My hoes is so shawlankin
It’s funny you boast and bragging
I ain’t got no hoes to slagging
Not love in basketball
Chicks hug and pass my balls
She keep my fucking mouth shut and her ass involved
I love to freaking score
I never pass the ball
Yo chick is on my pipe, cum white as Asher Roth
Wow, bitch I bling like wow
The money Chinese so it ching like chow
Now what your whole name is?
My whip is so brainless
I let your bitch suck on my dick until her throat famous
Yo man is so nameless
And me, I’m so famous
She getting no money from you
Fuck what your whole game is
Bad bitches only
‘Cause I ain’t on my dick
Give me brain, shawty
Put your mind on my stick
I got thugs with me, that’ll grind for the brick
Time is money, I ain’t spending time on your chick
Ill, still like pitched to a mil
I’m pulling hoes like fish to a reel
My watches swimming like my wrist full of [?]
Cold dick, leave a bitch full of chills
For real
Yall niggas can flip and kill me
I’m spitting that shit that’s filthy
I cut your arm and put it on me, ask you if you feel me
Ey [?] my nigga is you feeling me?
I think that he should feel me
I think that she should feel me
I’m stacking money, ’til that motherfucker hit the ceiling
Yup, my bitch sweet like some [?]
And I keep it drilling
That’s a tool box nigga