Zaee - Elevators (feat. Meeks) Lyrics

Yea
Yea
Zaee
(This a motherf*cking Marco beat)
Get Rich

I'm getting higher than elevators
Don't need no tips
Bitch I ain't waiter
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
Don't need no tips
Bitch I ain't waiter
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
F*ck it I'll land in the crowd
Got em like wow
F*ck 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 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

Me and you
(Me and You)
Yo mama and yo cousin too
(Yo cousin too)
F*ck around and we gone do what we do
(What we do)
Roll a wood and then take off onto the moon
(Take off into the moon)

Yea Yea
Get Rich

I'm getting higher than elevators
(Yea!)
Don't want that S in 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 Stacks 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 your man gotta replace it

Get so high don't need elevators
(So high)
You call it bread i just call it paper
(We get high yea)
Put my faith in my passion labor
(Get rich yea)
Get rich get rich

I'm getting higher than elevators
Don't need no tips
Bitch I ain't waiter
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
Don't need no tips
Bitch I ain't waiter
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
(Me and You)
Yo mama and yo cousin too
(Yo cousin too)
F*ck around and we gone do what we do
(What we do)
Roll a wood and then take off onto the moon
(Take off into the moon)

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