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renni rucci - elevators lyrics

[intro]
d-mn flaw, this what i been prayin’ for
uh

[verse 1]
bad b-tch alert, i’m a walking money bag (cash)
get a n-gg- for his bands, then i go and pop tags (woo)
we some boss -ss b-tches, wrap our hair in louis rags (yeah)
still wearin’ pack hair, b-tch, that’s a gag (say what?)
let me tell you b-tches what a boss do (okay)
never let a n-gg- double cross you (uh-huh)
always let ’em know you got the sauce too (what else?)
and if he cheatin’, f-ck his friend, that’s a boss move (woo)
i’ma go to work on you soft -ss hoes (yeah)
that’s a ’15 charger, b-tch, the whole hood know
you ain’t foolin’ n-body playin’ rich b-tch roles
wearin’ old -ss gucci, ho, them last year’s clothes
ho, we turnt in this b-tch, you drinkin’ belaire rose
we on don in the vip smellin’ just like boss
ap on my wrist, got a bad b-tch froze
my ig doin’ numbers, watch a bad b-tch pose
i drop down and give a n-gg- fifty when i’m twerkin’
make a n-gg- jaw drop when he see me in person
make a n-gg- drop bands, make accounts start hurtin’
make him buy a louis purse and i ain’t even start flirting
missed church on sunday, bought some saint laurent
new gucci lookin’ 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,” b-mpin’ up on

[chorus]
elevators, elevators
bad b-tches, we like elevators, elevators
every year we get another hater, ‘nother hater
’cause we goin’ up like elevators, elevators (you heard that?)
elevators, elevators
bad b-tches, we like elevators, elevators
every year we get another hater, ‘nother hater
’cause we goin’ up like elevators, elevators

[verse 2]
i’m in love with benjamin franklin, i’m addicted to him
tat him on my t-tty with love ’cause i’m stickin’ to him
he in my ride, pants cursin’ 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 b-tter on croissants
don’t give a f-ck, ho, i know i got an att-tude
we goin’ up, elevator on lat-tude
instagram doin’ numbers, check my d-mn views
i see your track slippin’, b-tch, you need some d-mn glue
rich b-tch, thick b-tch, and i got hands on me
hatin’ b-tch 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
foolin’ out at lenox, throwin’ money like a fan on me, b-tch

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