Released on April 21, 2009

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[Intro]

(Yawns)

Long night

Think I gave my last hundred to the fuckin' valet, damn

Good evening Mr. Jackson, I mean good morning, shit

Dang


[Verse 1]

Number four Jordan soles to the floor, steppin' through the elevator door

Select a level that I wanna be on

One push of a button, be gone

Doors open in the living room of my home

Penthouse I own, I got it on my own

When I'm gone, engrave that phrase on my tombstone

Nigga I'm in the zone, like the 1-3-1

Lookin' down on the Super Dome, gettin super dome

New Orleans I roam, I love where I'm from

They know where I started, they know how far I've come

If I said I'ma do it, you could consider it done

My track record'll prove it, I showed you for seven months

Mixtape after mixtape all was solid

Google my name, and you could read all about it

No longer No Limit, but a nigga still 'bout It

No longer Cash Money, still got fat pockets


[Chorus]

Uhh, this is elevator music

All we do is ride around and get high too it

Uhh, this is elevator music

All we do is ride around and get high too it

All we do is ride around and get high too it

That's why we call it the elevator music (Look up it's the Jets, nigga)

This is elevator music

Cause all we do is ride around and get high to it

(Where haven't we been yet)


[Verse 2]

Uhh, a yessir

I got my lazy eyes on that prize dime right there

I pull up the coupe, it's like a pull out a chair

Because the girl broke a smile and just sat there

Yeah, shit happen like that all the time, I'm used to it

I just take it in stride, and split another, keep movin

Tie loose ends, burn a couple of frees

Chop fam business, burn a pound of haze

Moves get made, more funds to raise

Niggas wanna get paid, get high, get laid

And repeat those steps, in that order every day

My name in these streets, my name is my name

That shit that I say to remind you niggas

Even if you don't see me, I'm around you niggas

I pound these bitches, dumbfound these critics

Just spittin' the shit that I'm really livin', Spitta


[Chorus]

Uhh, this is elevator music

All we do is ride around and get high too it

Uhh, this is elevator music

All we do is ride around and get high too it

All we do is ride around and get high too it

That's why we call it the elevator music (Look up it's the Jets, nigga)

This is elevator music

Cause all we do is ride around and get high to it