[Hook: Quelle Chris]
Yeah
Bring it back and go on, get it
Lo pro and all city
Grease from the elbows wit' it
Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it
Gotta milk both hands on titty
Cambodian on Diddy
Land with a plan all ready
Bring it back and go on get it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it

[Verse 1: Quelle Chris]
This ain't as seen on TV
We break necks and break backbones
Goes for e'ryone I broke bread with and e'ry paper chaser I know
Gotta keep play set on TV, halftime's hell, baby gon' throw
Fool never have a running back, QB, to my body goes the hope
You are not the YR empire
We toast high like kanpai
Sometimes, [?] rolls on top
Shit, time fly quick like gunfire
This the return, the return of (the mack)
How many broke days does it take for your old ways to (vanish)
Skin it like a owl with a tootsie
Skin it like chicken noodle soup when I had the cold
Lil' momma servin' up my 'tussin
Plus I make love to the money
When I pull it out, leave the bank smellin' like the D'usse
Not a dream scene, optically
That's him, black van, white sand
In a tropical tee
Day and night, him bring it back
[Hook: Quelle Chris]
Yeah, go on, get it
Lo pro and all city
Grease from the elbows wit' it
Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it
Gotta milk both hands on titty
Cambodian on Diddy
Land with a plan all ready
Bring it back and go on get it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) Grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) Grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) Grease from the elbows wit' it
Grease from the elbows wit' it
Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it
Land with a plan all ready
Bring it back and go on get it

[Verse 2: Pink Siifu]
(Grease from the elbows wit' it)
Back on my bullshit, really
Quaint, east coast, gon' pop a wheelie
Had she been that n***a, she probably'd twist it
Shinin' before I was gold, grinnin'
Nothin' like head, shit cold headed
Bring it back into the black wit' me
Like I'm all tryna shop with my n***a
Look ma, no hand, fuck you sayin'?
Sendin' back some grand sense of stat
Tryin' to change all that and send some rack
When we lean, we toast like mack
Gotta glow lit boy, hold 'em back
For the cheese, mozzarellas, all that
Get a can, fat queen, fat crown
That bullet in mind, killin' my thoughts
Yeah that thought, child
We too cheap, meat no chop
I need grits, on the side
All of this pain, keep it so plain
Let it all, let it all
Say it wit' ya chest, boy, let it all
Used to slide with the demons that be headed off
Still ride for my n***as, sayin', bless us all
Still ride for my n***as
[Hook: Quelle Chris]
Yeah, bring it back in, go on, get it
Lo pro and all city
Grease from the elbows wit' it
Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it
Gotta milk both hands on titty
Cambodian on Diddy
Land with a plan all ready
Bring it back and go on get it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
(How bout) grease from the elbows wit' it
Say it wit' ya chest, no, feel it

[Outro: billy woods & woman]
Hold on
Hello?
Yeah
What took so long?
Do I need to tell somebody I'm gonna call HOT97? What's happening?
That's pretty good, that's pretty good, that's funny. Have a laugh, you know, that's good. I like, I like when black women are havin' a good time and I can contribute to that
Yo, you ever heard of, you ever heard of Quelle Chris?
No, that's some old made up nonsense
Okay man, you're, you're behind the times