High-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer (We just getting started)
High-top, high-top to a convertible like I’m a transform—(Chris Breezy)
I went from a high-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer (Trendsetter but don’t make dollars, Gangsta)
Like I’m a transformer (Drama), like I’m a trans—(Ayy)
Smoke grey Enzo, looking like a shadow (Yes)
550 Benzo, you ain’t on my level
Shawty gotta body cone shaped like a bottle
Magazine star, dating nothing but the models
High-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer (Gangsta Grillz, bastards)
High-top, high-top to a convertible like I’m a transform—(DJ Drama)
I went from a high-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer (Trendsetter Sense)
Like I’m a transformer, like I’m a trans—(Trendsetter, ayy)
Smoke grey Enzo, looking like a shadow
550 Benzo, you ain’t on my level
Shawty gotta body cone shaped like a bottle
Magazine star, dating nothing but the models
Money piling up, you would think I won the lotto
Cash rule everything around me, that’s my motto
All black Rolex, you ain’t never seen, no
Counting big chips, you can call me a casino
Hey, you, shawty, what it do?
Whip so sick, you can call it bird flu
Got the top back, hair blowing in the air
I’m about to kill it this year
‘Cause I went from a high-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer
I went from a high-top to a convertible like I’m a transform—
I went from a high-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer
I went from a, like I’m a transformer, like I’m a trans—(Ayy)
Yeah
Point black, I’m the best in general
You know I ball and I ain’t talking ’bout genitals
I’m a shark, you can’t catch me with no fishing pole
In the dark, you can see me ’cause my whistle glow
(High-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer)
Get your stripes, lil’ mama, make my whistle blow
(High-top, high-top to a convertible like I’m a transform—)
Don’t need no mistletoe, but you can kiss it though
(I went from a high-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer)
But, baby, drop it low and make it shake for me
(Like I’m a transformer, like I’m a trans—)
Call me Federal Reserve ’cause I make money
And then I waste money, my chain so sunny
I got them carrots so I share it with them snow bunnies
Yo’ money is only ’bout yay high
I got that ching ching money like Shanghai
Yeah, I’m a fool with it, know what to do with it
Who you know got a private jet with the windows tinted?
Overseas cash, get overseas ass
Got it on lock like I’m dreading with some beeswax
Hey, you, shawty, what it do? (Yeah)
Whip so sick, you can call it bird flu (Yeah)
Got the top back, hair blowing in the air
I’m about to kill it this year
‘Cause I went from a high-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer (Hey)
I went from a high-top to a convertible like I’m a transform—(Whoa, oh)
I went from a high-top to a convertible like I’m a transformer (Whoa, oh)
I went from a, like I’m a transformer, like I’m a trans—(Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Yeah
Hey, lil’ mama, bring that thing over there
Put my CD on and let it bang in ya ear
You know I’m the best, watch me do my step
And I’ma let you just do the rest
‘Cause I got dimes on me
And I ain’t talking ’bout no weed
I mean fine shawties and they running with CB, yeah
Gangsta Grillz
From High-Tops to Convertibles: A Metaphor for Transformation
Chris Brown’s “Convertible” uses the transition from a high-top to a convertible as a lively metaphor for transformation and success. The lyrics paint a picture of upward mobility, not just in terms of luxury cars and material wealth, but also in personal style and social status. Brown confidently references his evolution, likening himself to a transformer—someone who adapts and thrives in any situation. The verses overflow with imagery of sleek cars, high fashion, and romantic escapades, all underscored by a sense of unapologetic celebration. Ultimately, the song captures the thrill of making it big and enjoying the spoils, while never forgetting the journey it took to get there.
Song Credits
- Artist: Chris Brown
- Release Year: 2008