Elevators

(专辑： Big Renni - 2019)

Damn Flaw, this what I been praying for
Uh

Bad bitch alert, I'm a walking money bag (Cash)
Get a nigga for his bands, then I go and pop tags (Woo)
We some boss ass bitches, wrap our hair in Louis rags (Yeah)
Still wearing pack hair, bitch, that's a gag (Say what?)
Let me tell you bitches what a boss do (Okay)
Never let a nigga double cross you (Uh-huh)
Always let 'em know you got the sauce too (What else?)
And if he cheating, fuck his friend, that's a boss move (Woo)
I'ma go to work on you soft ass hoes (Yeah)
That's a '15 Charger, bitch, the whole hood know
You ain't fooling nobody playing rich bitch roles
Wearing old ass Gucci, ho, them last year's clothes
Ho, we turnt in this bitch, you drinking Belaire rose
We on Don in the VIP smelling just like boss
AP on my wrist, got a bad bitch froze
My IG doing numbers, watch a bad bitch pose
I drop down and give a nigga fifty when I'm twerking
Make a nigga jaw drop when he see me in person
Make a nigga drop bands, make accounts start hurting
Make him buy a Louis purse and I ain't even start flirting
Missed church on Sunday, bought some Saint Laurent
New Gucci looking crazy, they done changed the font
In a Ghost with my mama's sister, that's my aunt
Rolled by my ex like, "Hold up, let me stunt," bumping up on

Elevators, elevators
Bad bitches, we like elevators, elevators
Every year we get another hater, 'nother hater
'Cause we going up like elevators, elevators (You heard that?)
Elevators, elevators
Bad bitches, we like elevators, elevators
Every year we get another hater, 'nother hater
'Cause we going up like elevators, elevators

I'm in love with Benjamin Franklin, I'm addicted to him
Tat him on my titty with love 'cause I'm sticking to him
He in my ride, pants cursing my mind, I'm so connected to him
He told me buy a brand new bag, I'm 'bout to listen to him
Ooh, take me shopping, buy me what I want
Take me out to Vegas, fly me where you want
Spend it on me at expensive restaurants
I like Ace of Spades, lobster tails, and butter on croissants
Don't give a fuck, ho, I know I got an attitude
We going up, elevator on latitude
Instagram doing numbers, check my damn views
I see your track slipping, bitch, you need some damn glue
Rich bitch, thick bitch, and I got hands on me
Hating bitch in her feelings 'cause her man on me
All white everything like the Klan on me
Drumline in my purse 'cause I got the bands on me (That bag)
I got the bands on me (Cash)
That's why your man on me (Give me that)
These Gucci, ain't no Vans on me
Fooling out at Lenox, throwing money like a fan on me, bitch