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elevator (freestyle) - moneyatmidnight lyrics

elevator (freestyle) 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 n*ggas!
i’d* a, keep my b*tches
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 sh*t 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 sh*t.., will keep me, mind at ease

[verse 2: tay paid]
ion need no skinny b*tch that can’t get no paper
want all my b*tches, 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 n*gga like me, we can get it
3x the more that paper check you tryna get
i know that n*gga 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 n*gga 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
b*tch 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 f*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ chillin’, and vibin’, and smokin’
and you know we laughin’ until we f*ckin’ chokin’
and you know, we just havin’ a good time
elevator, boss up on these b*tches with your f*ckin’ mind
and then your f*ckin’ paper…,
if you a f*ckin’ 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?! b*tch i got that much sp*ce!
how you ride on the couch?! b*tch 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
h*ll…, what in the**, and that is where you go!
don’t even make since when you talk yo’ sh*t
so little bitty b*tch, 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 f*ckin’ brilliant
elevator we goin’ up on the witness, yea!

- moneyatmidnight lyrics

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