Elephants lyrics - 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