2 Chainz

2 Chainz - Crib In My Closet

rate me

Feat. ASAP Rocky & Rick Ross

(Intro)

Put yo boomin' on some more, nigga

(Verse: 2 Chainz)

Money machine in that bank, I just made me a deposit

Fucked that bitch raw on the sink

Is it the pussy or is it the faucet?

I just left the hotel, never let ho in mi casa

All this designer shit it's like a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all this fuckin' gear's like a crib in my closet

My Nike shoebox filled with rubber bands

That mean my Nike shoebox is my ATM

Fuck it, I said it, I'm winning, downsouth MC Ren

I might buy some Timbs, or peanut butter MCM

Raised down the street from a crack house

Pull her hair weave till the track out

Treat the rap game like a trap game

Trying to make a yellow ho tap out

I got Dolce, I ain't even worn yet, codeine ain't even po' yet

I could spend millions of dollars, and still won't even be poor yet

Yeah, I'm a motherfuckin' poet, riding now, motherfucker, own that

A nigga wearing a Versace shirt, man that's a motherfuckin' throwback

(Hook)

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch

(Verse: A$AP Rocky)

Since rappin' turn to fashion, I don't know what happen

All mishappens, matching turned to swagging

He exposed the world to trappin'

Picture poles and tactics

Ho, this that click click, fittin' to blow this backwards

Money, hoes and fabrics

Strolling past like 'fuck yo photo caption'

If ye ain't got it then you bragging, that's automatic

I see no need for me to Tweet, these bitches know my status

I'm the shit, all designer shit, got all kinds of shit

Got Prada wrapped from '99 and shit, bet you won't find the shit

I’m on my Honor shit, that’s winter, it’s dressed like, it’s Met Ball

I’m in Vogue, this winter, the runway, no Insta

Got a crib in my closet, Spanish chick in my casa

So much space in my closet, fit your crib in my closet

(Hook)

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch

(Verse: Rick Ross)

I got more sneakers than niggas, over four thousand pairs

Most all white like the Rhode Island mayor

Got a crib in my closet, hustle every day, nigga

If you on the work with them people I'm unavailable, nigga

You smell like pork in Mecca, Lord be my protecter

Second row at the fight, bitch get on my level

Larry Merchant my nigga, I got Holyfield money

Finger your girl at Coachella, gotta roll in that for me

You should see me in Lennox, I shop 'til I drop

Spent so much on the watch, had a seizure and shock

Wake up and ball, watch how I walk

Money all on my mind, call 'em lucrative thoughts

(Hook)

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet

I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet

Man, all designer shit, I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch

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