2 Chainz - Dresser lyrics

rate me

Ft. Young Thug

(Verse)

454, I pull up on niggas, I tell em let's get it

Niggas 'ey talkin' on twitter, ya niggas ya know ya gonna get it

Benjamin Franklin, niggas know I keep it 100

Got a new clip fo' my .223 and that bitch hold a hundred

I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nikes

Bitches, 'ey suckin', and fuckin', 'ey do errything except bite it

I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous

Spend 20 racks fo' my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin no Viking

Ova one mill in this room, bitch, I kind of sound like a Pisces

Lil bitch ya know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightning

Wow, these bitches excited, me and Thugger, we bout to start up a riot

I ain't got no pussy all week, I'm on that bitch, suck my dick diet

(Hook)

Monica, come home to me, yeah, come home to me, my dear

Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser

Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser

Teresa, I'm tired of licking bae, I'm into ya, yo rear

Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser

Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser

(Verse 2)

Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester'

Pulling filled clouds in a muthafuckin' Tesla

Ain't no pressure when you got a little extra

Put them beams on your face, have 'em lookin' like freckles

Diamond man, I do not no talk but no heavens sent

My bitch pussy wet like it's wetting rain

This bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah

Got Balenciagas that I ain't wore yet

Have a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet

Traphouse filled up wit zip lock

Used to give my living room super big lots

In a strip club wit some flip flops

Thought it's the time, baby it's not

Got a lotta windows on my grill nigga

Put that pretty muthafucka in a tint shop

(Hook)

Monica, come home to me, yeah, come home to me, my dear

Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser

Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser

Teresa, I'm tired of licking bae, I'm into ya, yo rear

Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser

Make a lil money, leave a lil on the dresser

PART 2: Lil Boy

(Interlude)

Who killed lil boy? Who killed lil boy?

The rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape

From misery, no way out from that hell

(Verse)

I'm bout to give these niggas what 'ey asked fo'

I used to have to argue wit my landlord

Yeah, my nickname is Titty Boi

Bitch, gotta have at least a handful

All my cribs came wit a damn pool

Used to stash work in my camel

Young 6 5 wit the handle

If ya don't watch Atlanta then ya need to turn the channel

See I pull up in this bitch in a Phantom

Front grill lookin' like it's dancing

Put some stacks on yo head lil boy

Yeah, 'ey bout to call ya the grandson

Pussy nigga gonna need a tampon

Put rifle bullets in a handgun

Keep a bankroll on me, nigga

By the time I eat some bacon I got bands on

All my cars I don't put rims on em

I done touched down, no end zone

All that bitch do is run her mouth, nigga

On the right but that bitch got a Sprint phone

Man she got about a hunid acres

Enough yard fo' me to put a couple Benz's on

And I just pop me a purp

I might fuck that bitch wit my Timbs on