Elevators

Yea
Yea
Zaee!
Get Rich
Yea yea

I'm getting higher than elevators
I don't need no tips bitch I ain't waiter
I don't want the stress I just want the paper
How you want money with no labor?
Put in the work
I found a wave and I surf
Might take you niggas to church
Button the shirt
Yea yea yea
Sit back and roll up the purp

I'm getting higher than elevators
I don't need no tips bitch I ain't waiter
I don't want the stress I just want the paper
How you want money with no labor?
Put in the work
I found a wave and I surf
Might take you niggas to church
Button the shirt
Yea yea yea
Sit back and roll up the purp

High as cloud
Too high I'm coming down
Fuck it I'll land in the crowd
Got em like wow
Fuck later I want it now
You niggas cramping the style
I'm tryna get wild
Diamonds they bling when I smile
You can see em from a mile away
Tryna make somebody proud today
I wanna make 100 thou a day
Good gas got sour taste
I need me blunt
Vintage garments just to stunt
I'm on the hunt to get things I want
Nothing can stop me
Got dreams of me pushing a mazi
Look out everybody
Going Ricky Bobby
(I'm the best there is plain and simple)

I'm getting higher than elevators
I don't need no tips bitch I ain't waiter
I don't want the stress I just want the paper
How you want money with no labor?
Put in the work
I found a wave and I surf
Might take you niggas to church
Button the shirt
Yea yea yea
Sit back and roll up the purp

Me and you
Yo mama and yo cousin too
Fuck around and we gone do what we do
Roll a wood and then take off onto the moon

I'm getting higher than elevators
(Yea!)
Don't want that S on my life
(Shit!)
Said she wanna be the wife
But i'm not tryna carry the hype
Higher than elevators
(Yea yea!)
If I pass see you later
(Pass!)
Leave the cash for the waiter
(Dip!)
Count it fast calculator
(Yea!)
This a Three Stack Big Boi flex Outkast for the ages
(What?)
How you gone get the money but you cant make the changes?
Tired of our people working muddy minimum wages
If shit feeling funny to you man gotta replace it
Yea
Get so high don't need elevators
(So high)
You call it bread I just call it paper
(We get high yea)
Put the faith in my passion labor
(Get rich yea)
Get rich rich

I'm getting higher than elevators
I don't need no tips bitch I ain't waiter
I don't want the stress I just want the paper
How you want money with no labor?
Put in the work
I found a wave and I surf
Might take you niggas to church
Button the shirt

If 10th street locked we gone pass hella 12
Brothas but them other niggas on our backs
I smoked a little crossed over in raps
Me my niggas all separated but still intact
These niggas smoking wax
Me Zaee roll up twenty twen twen
Sit back let the beat smack
Now we elevated



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Writer(s): Isaiah Johnson
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