Elevator Music ft. $now. Lyrics

Been a minute, intermission, but we back up on a bigger picture

Had to make them believe in me

Cause a lot of people won't unless it's beneficial

It's a winner circle

Most my Chicos stacking 1s to a dub

Show me love, posted at the night club

Elevating, paper chasing, N.I.C. the gang bih

And I see the future its the same one I'm creating

Threw a fit together designer down the palmetto

Ima make that mf bounce, bounce

Choppa make that mf bounce, bounce

From the Chicoland we heat up that apartment where you stay at

Fuck your babymomma on the mattress where you lay at

Prodigy, gotta stay sharp like an Ab flat

Diamond in the rough a fucking needle in a haystack

I got all the sauce I'm A1 where my steak plate

Smoking all the za your pack ain't nothing but shake weight

Withdrawing all the guap I keep the hundreds in a safe place

Up like a stock check the numbers like a day trader

Elevator music got the city jwetting to it

Gotta touch another rackie gotta keep on thumbing through it lets go

Elevator music got the city jwetting to it

Gotta touch another rackie gotta keep on thumbing through it yeah

N.I.C. that's the gang yeah this shit forever

Elevator music got the city bumping to it

Why you talking on the net but when you see me never do it

Why the fuck you got a gun and you ain't never finna pull it? huh

Ima get em hit, put his name on the bullet uh

Shorty really wanna pipe up I told her pipe down

Lean in my body with a perc it got me slumped out

Told lil baby hold it down

Ima need a hundred thou

I be in the endzone waiting for that touchdown

But when I make a pass in the field, I feel like brady uh

Appreciate the ones who keep it real and ones that hate me

Appreciate my brothers swear to god that they saved me

I was really down bad never thought that I could make it uh

Stacks, stacks

Im addicted to the

Racks, racks

Let me see you throw it

Back, back

Let me see you make it

Clap, clap

Stacks, stacks

Im addicted to the

Racks, racks

Let me see you throw it

Back, back

Let me see you make it

Clap, clap

N.I.C. thats the gang yeah this shit forever

Yeah

Get in my zone right quick

In the whip cuttin up, like bad reception

On the road to riches I can't make the wrong connections

Seen how the industry rob an artist of pure intentions

That shit make me never wanna sign & stay independent

Murder my dreams gon have to do it to me first

Though Ima live forever like I'm Zay thru every verse

A dollar and a dream make a muthafucka think

How you gon learn to have some faith if you ain't ever take a leap

Grippin on reality even when it felt outta reach and my pockets

Ain't have no breesh

Gotta get it how I live

Debated hitting the streets feds followed me from the crib

Ridin round without the heat

But I can't go out like I'm Mitch

And my circle gon keep it solid

Can't go down about no bitch

And now we up a couple cents

And I ain't talkin bout no pitch boy