Oliver Francis – Windows Down lyrics

[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy yuh
Boy I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy dont act like you feel me
Broke boy dont act like you feel me

[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy yuh
Boy I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy dont act like you feel me
Broke boy dont act like you feel me

[Verse 1: Oliver Francis]
Baby girl what you tryna do with me?
I can tell that you vibin' with my steez
How you get all of that inside them jeans?
You can hop in the ride and slide with me
And your friend like "girl we tryna leave"
You can bring all your friends I brought the team
Take this to the crib and roll the weed
Take-Take this to the crib and roll the weed
Fuck with a young rich boy like me
I been gettin money every day this week
Pulled up clean in the new 6 speed
Girl let me know just what you need
Tell me what you wanna do I got you
We can turn up we can pop bottles
Girl say the word lets dip
I can see you front seat of the whip


[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy yuh
Boy I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy dont act like you feel me
Broke boy dont act like you feel me

[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy yuh
Boy I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy dont act like you feel me
Broke boy dont act like you feel me

[Verse 2: Big Baby Scumbag]
Baby girl what you tryna do?
Got a car full of broads in the Model 2
Got so many hoes that I gotta choose
I ain't ever done shit that I gotta prove
And imma tell the truth
Don't follow me
I'm a fiend for the cash
Can't fall asleep
Count cash no sheep when I fall asleep
Don't trip baby girl
Don't fall for me
And that's honestly
Yeah imma hold it down
Never fooled around
Don't yield to the back
I go around
Don't drip with the swag
I float around
Got four full bags
I hold them now
I'm a rockstar
Like Smashmouth
In the cop car
Might crash out
Then I drop top
Got cash out
She starstruck
She passed out
Like big bank
Take lil bank
Smoke big gas
Got big stain
No beef shit
No beef franks
You a tadpole
In the shark tank
Treat every day
Like my last day
On a Friday
On the highway
Sip Grey Goose
No Bombay
In a Cadillac
Sittin' sideways
Lil bitch


[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy yuh
Boy I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy dont act like you feel me
Broke boy dont act like you feel me

[Chorus: Oliver Francis]
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
Yeah we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy yuh
Boy I just stacked me a milli
I stack my guap to the ceiling
Broke boy dont act like you feel me
Broke boy dont act like you feel me