Elevate ft. David Cast Lyrics

DC And I stay gone

I got the Rhythm with me

I got the Rhythm with me

Who else

I woke up thinking bout this money bitch

I woke up thinking bout this money bitch

I'm a problematic child

With some issues and it's loud

They say we not allowed

I shot the bitch then I smiled

Cocaine in a pile

Pile it up for them white girls

Who loves snow, who got hoes, who sip drank n go' wild

Judge it's my time now, M3 it's our time now

Stash the O in the townhouse

Fuck I can't stand this townhouse

I'm tryna get my weight up so I can get my dick

Sucked in a penthouse, Oh you got it planned it

Well what's your plan B? If this shit ain't working out

No plan B and I ain't pulling out

You fuck her rough you' guaranteed to bust, no doubt

I'm back invading your kids' ears, gotta harder dick than last year

Fuck the world til it come clear, til they know my name when I'm there

To this world I'm so weird, I smoke away all my fears

Rap cut like spears, green up like cheers

D-Town my casa, Stackin bread with no pasta

Bitch I am a doctor, got xanie, got hydros

Got plays boy that excite you, so fuck you and yo time nigga

You ain't shit but times due

Addicted to the cash, addicted to her ass

Lord knows I'm a sinner but the sinners are the winners

10 bottles for the bath, 10 bodies full of tags

Lord knows I'm a sinner but the sinners are the winners

M3 So every day we celebrate

But will we ever get to Heaven's gates

We get so high that we can levitate

See all we tryna do is ELEVATE

Give me the coffee you can never stop me

How they hatin' makin' sloppy copies

I remember having few friends

Now my new friends give me sloppy toppy

Too complicated for relationships

My mind focused on what equation next

Intra-national airport grinding

DFW to LAX

Told simple shit I couldn't do it

Really could but I think I shouldn't

Life is giving me these silver bullets

Shepard watching over those werewolfin'

One bad move and they're tooken

Overly pumped-up air cushions

They soft as taint, cuz what they ain't

Is fortified, like we're looking

Ridin 45 gear hustlin'

Slutty hoes in my ear bumpin'

Can you see the boy, in the midst of noise

Shut ya' mouth you might hear something

This must be my year or something

Cuz every day we're getting near to something

Castaneda said, gotta do it big

Homie put me in gear or something

Now I'm all in, grinding til the wheels falling

Ain't gotta put a key in foreigns

You push the button get it started

See I could see it when they couldn't see it

Guess my vision goes a lil farther

Further, murder with the burner

From... the tip of the tongue

Then the hook got... sung

DC Addicted to the cash, addicted to her ass

Lord knows I'm a sinner but the sinners are the winners

Ten bottles for the bath, 10 bodies full of tags

Lord knows I'm a sinner but the sinners are the winners

M3 So every day we celebrate

But will we ever get to Heaven's gates

We get so high that we can levitate

See all we tryna do is ELEVATE