"Elaborate" lyrics
Cash Kidd & Eastside Mani Lyrics
[Cash Kidd:]
Ayy, haha, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I like that, Anton)
Woo, woo, woo
Haha, I hit the Clay on they ass
Ayy, ooh, pst
My shoes a thousand, my pants the same (Shit)
I asked about you, they said you was lame (Lame, man)
Just to pop in the door, huh, I knew you was strange (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, I'll dump the Nina like I threw it away (Ah, ah)
Nigga, I'll call your bitch, she gon' come chew me today
Yesterday Balenciaga, but it's Louis today
Made it out the storm, but I'm glad it rained
Say that pussy good, bitch, elaborate
Pst, what you mean, ho? Huh, I'm tryna see, ho
Get the neck and never hit her back, told her my screen broke
Doin' fraud, playin' with the cars like Ms. Cleo
I'm drivin' a fotreign, my hands on her pussy
I hop out with bands on me, hands on a fully, huh
I'm doin' B&E, hope the neighbors ain't lookin'
I'm pickin' on the locks, niggas swear I'm a bully (Uh-huh)
Seen a nigga die, I'll be there in a jiffy (Uh)
I seen a nigga die
I was right there with your mom, uh, uh-uh, uh
They know where to go, let's keep it a B (Huh)
Send me the drop and leave it to me (Yeah)
She fuckin' a bro, I'm keepin' it P
Gettin' rich with my goons, they believe in me
Big house with a pool, ain't no BnB
Thick bitch, she gon' mow me like D&D, uh, uh (Pst, pst, pst)
[Eastside Mani:]
Four hundred, she gon' suck me 'til she blow in the face
Bitch, I been a coochie scout before Louis and Ray (Ray)
You dismissed like the case, just threw it away
Touchdown with them Jacksons, I'm just doin' to say (Yeah, yeah)
Wasn't havin' seven, now I'm doin' the Wraith (The Wraith)
Wasn't in D, now I'm floodin' the A (The A)
Call the Glock Rocky, she put the butt in his face
And that choppy, it's Rihanna, I be dumpin' the Drac' (Bah, bah)
Glock got a motherfuckin' switch (Uh)
Niggas, they a switch for a bitch, swear to God, I mean it (I mean it)
I ain't never talk about shit (Shit)
Niggas loose less, same chips, swear to God, I seen it (Seen it)
She ain't tryna suck no dick, I'm leavin'
Ain't no point to ever even tell me you was bleedin' (Uh, uh)
Baby, I'll never be a Crip, I'm bleedin' (Bleedin')
All my dogs in Christian Dior, we demons (Demons)
We demons
All my dogs, we demons
Just carried up in Neiman's
Pst
We demons
Lil' baby, you'll be the one forever
Ayy, haha, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I like that, Anton)
Woo, woo, woo
Haha, I hit the Clay on they ass
Ayy, ooh, pst
My shoes a thousand, my pants the same (Shit)
I asked about you, they said you was lame (Lame, man)
Just to pop in the door, huh, I knew you was strange (Ayy, ayy)
Nigga, I'll dump the Nina like I threw it away (Ah, ah)
Nigga, I'll call your bitch, she gon' come chew me today
Yesterday Balenciaga, but it's Louis today
Made it out the storm, but I'm glad it rained
Say that pussy good, bitch, elaborate
Pst, what you mean, ho? Huh, I'm tryna see, ho
Get the neck and never hit her back, told her my screen broke
Doin' fraud, playin' with the cars like Ms. Cleo
I'm drivin' a fotreign, my hands on her pussy
I hop out with bands on me, hands on a fully, huh
I'm doin' B&E, hope the neighbors ain't lookin'
I'm pickin' on the locks, niggas swear I'm a bully (Uh-huh)
Seen a nigga die, I'll be there in a jiffy (Uh)
I seen a nigga die
I was right there with your mom, uh, uh-uh, uh
They know where to go, let's keep it a B (Huh)
Send me the drop and leave it to me (Yeah)
She fuckin' a bro, I'm keepin' it P
Gettin' rich with my goons, they believe in me
Big house with a pool, ain't no BnB
Thick bitch, she gon' mow me like D&D, uh, uh (Pst, pst, pst)
[Eastside Mani:]
Four hundred, she gon' suck me 'til she blow in the face
Bitch, I been a coochie scout before Louis and Ray (Ray)
You dismissed like the case, just threw it away
Touchdown with them Jacksons, I'm just doin' to say (Yeah, yeah)
Wasn't havin' seven, now I'm doin' the Wraith (The Wraith)
Wasn't in D, now I'm floodin' the A (The A)
Call the Glock Rocky, she put the butt in his face
And that choppy, it's Rihanna, I be dumpin' the Drac' (Bah, bah)
Glock got a motherfuckin' switch (Uh)
Niggas, they a switch for a bitch, swear to God, I mean it (I mean it)
I ain't never talk about shit (Shit)
Niggas loose less, same chips, swear to God, I seen it (Seen it)
She ain't tryna suck no dick, I'm leavin'
Ain't no point to ever even tell me you was bleedin' (Uh, uh)
Baby, I'll never be a Crip, I'm bleedin' (Bleedin')
All my dogs in Christian Dior, we demons (Demons)
We demons
All my dogs, we demons
Just carried up in Neiman's
Pst
We demons
Lil' baby, you'll be the one forever
