[Lyric] Windows Down LIVE in Chicago (Oliver Francis)

[Intro]
Alright boys let's do it

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

[Verse 1]
Baby girl what you tryna do with me?
I can tell that you vibin' with my steez
How you get all of that insidе 'em jeans?
You can hop in the ridе and slide with me
And your friends like "girl we tryna leave"
You can bring all your friends I brought the team
Take this to the crib and roll the weed
Ayy, take this to the crib and roll the weed, ayy
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, let's dip
I can see you front seat of the whip
[Chorus]
Ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
And we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy I just stacked me a milli, what?
I stack my guap to the ceiling, ayy
Broke boy dont act like you feel me, what?
Broke boy dont act like you feel me
I'm ridin' round with the windows down
Got me feelin' too breezy
Burned out
And we smellin' like loud
Made the shit look easy, yuh
Boy I just stacked me a milli, uh
I stack my guap to the ceiling, ayy
Broke boy dont act like you feel me, ayy
Broke boy dont act like you feel me

[Outro]
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Yeah
Whoa
Ah yeah, ah yeah
Yeah