Elevator freestyle by MoneyatMidnight Lyrics
[Verse 1: Tay Paid]
Please relax everything okay!
I'm slidin' thru the city in that coupe!
I'm lookin' for a pretty, pretty girl
To ride though the city with me!
I like to get my own money
Don't chase these niggas!
I'd- a, keep my bitches
My paper all in one..., stack it tight!
Takin' all these prescriptions
Got me feelin' like a patient on 10
Now we on our way to Piccadilly's
And she choosing shit like clothes
Told her we gotta get a bankroll
Ain't no being lazy on the road
If I smash off on the road
I'm tryna come back with a half, and fold
And I'm gettin' to the paper, it's relaxin' me
That's the only thing to help my mind, ease at night
If I got a fat bankroll with a fat girl on side of me
That shit.., will keep me, mind at ease
[Verse 2: Tay Paid]
Ion need no skinny bitch that can't get no paper
Want all my bitches, make sure they get some money
If you real chubby then I know you gettin' some bands
Girl I know you gettin' to the money, it's congrats!
I ain't gone hate on you, get yo' money girl
Either way you get it, man I respect yo' hustle
If you come and join a nigga like me, we can get it
3x the more that paper check you tryna get
I know that nigga is a buster you layin' next to
You ain't gotta deal with no sucker like that
Come here I got you a treat like a laffy, taffy
Girl if you want it
'Cause you don't want no nigga that's named "Johnny, Bravo"
He ain't got no school, he don't got no class
Gettin' to class like I'm on "School of" Bell
Bitch I gotta get there early for that paper!
Wakin' up in the morning ain't no sleep
And I'm movin' 24/8 like a zombie
And I'm on the rise like a fuckin' sun
Got MoneyatMidnight right behind me
Coming like the moon, late at night
Watch out for him, and we creepin' real slow...
[Verse 3: MoneyatMidnight]
Creepin' real slow in the 4-door
Elevator, we goin' up, we take it up on a hoe yeah
We just fuckin' chillin', and vibin', and smokin'
And you know we laughin' until we fuckin' chokin'
And you know, we just havin' a good time
Elevator, boss up on these bitches with your fuckin' mind
And then your fuckin' paper...,
If you a fuckin' hater..,
But you know..., you..., got the Lincoln Navigator
And, you ridin' in big style, you ridin' in big luxury
You ridin' in big houses...,
How you ride in a house?! Bitch I got that much space!
How you ride on the couch?! Bitch I got that much place!
And you know I got the back yard-, acres
And you know I got the elevator for haters
And you know that take you down to the bottom floor
Hell..., what in the--, and that is where you go!
Don't even make since when you talk yo' shit
So little bitty bitch, sit down and stop it
[Outro: MoneyatMidnight]
The elevator I'm goin' up tho, and you know
I can't disrespect none of these hoes, or these haters
And get the paper, I'm just gone mind my business
I'm just gone, have Tay as the witness
That I was sitting down, counting my cash...,
Countin' the cash, gettin' it real fast
We both makin' the millions, we fuckin' brilliant
Elevator we goin' up on the witness, yea!
Please relax everything okay!
I'm slidin' thru the city in that coupe!
I'm lookin' for a pretty, pretty girl
To ride though the city with me!
I like to get my own money
Don't chase these niggas!
I'd- a, keep my bitches
My paper all in one..., stack it tight!
Takin' all these prescriptions
Got me feelin' like a patient on 10
Now we on our way to Piccadilly's
And she choosing shit like clothes
Told her we gotta get a bankroll
Ain't no being lazy on the road
If I smash off on the road
I'm tryna come back with a half, and fold
And I'm gettin' to the paper, it's relaxin' me
That's the only thing to help my mind, ease at night
If I got a fat bankroll with a fat girl on side of me
That shit.., will keep me, mind at ease
[Verse 2: Tay Paid]
Ion need no skinny bitch that can't get no paper
Want all my bitches, make sure they get some money
If you real chubby then I know you gettin' some bands
Girl I know you gettin' to the money, it's congrats!
I ain't gone hate on you, get yo' money girl
Either way you get it, man I respect yo' hustle
If you come and join a nigga like me, we can get it
3x the more that paper check you tryna get
I know that nigga is a buster you layin' next to
You ain't gotta deal with no sucker like that
Come here I got you a treat like a laffy, taffy
Girl if you want it
'Cause you don't want no nigga that's named "Johnny, Bravo"
He ain't got no school, he don't got no class
Gettin' to class like I'm on "School of" Bell
Bitch I gotta get there early for that paper!
Wakin' up in the morning ain't no sleep
And I'm movin' 24/8 like a zombie
And I'm on the rise like a fuckin' sun
Got MoneyatMidnight right behind me
Coming like the moon, late at night
Watch out for him, and we creepin' real slow...
[Verse 3: MoneyatMidnight]
Creepin' real slow in the 4-door
Elevator, we goin' up, we take it up on a hoe yeah
We just fuckin' chillin', and vibin', and smokin'
And you know we laughin' until we fuckin' chokin'
And you know, we just havin' a good time
Elevator, boss up on these bitches with your fuckin' mind
And then your fuckin' paper...,
If you a fuckin' hater..,
But you know..., you..., got the Lincoln Navigator
And, you ridin' in big style, you ridin' in big luxury
You ridin' in big houses...,
How you ride in a house?! Bitch I got that much space!
How you ride on the couch?! Bitch I got that much place!
And you know I got the back yard-, acres
And you know I got the elevator for haters
And you know that take you down to the bottom floor
Hell..., what in the--, and that is where you go!
Don't even make since when you talk yo' shit
So little bitty bitch, sit down and stop it
[Outro: MoneyatMidnight]
The elevator I'm goin' up tho, and you know
I can't disrespect none of these hoes, or these haters
And get the paper, I'm just gone mind my business
I'm just gone, have Tay as the witness
That I was sitting down, counting my cash...,
Countin' the cash, gettin' it real fast
We both makin' the millions, we fuckin' brilliant
Elevator we goin' up on the witness, yea!