2 Chainz Crib In My Closet
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Money machine in that bank, I just made me a deposit
f..cked 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 f..ckin gear it's like a crib in my closet
My Nike shoebox filled with rubber bands
Man, my Nike shoebox is my ATM
f..ck 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 'til 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 motherfucking poet, riding now, motherfucker, own that
A nigga wearing a Versace shirt, man that's a motherfucking throwback
[Hook: 2 Chainz]
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 2: 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 your 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]
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I got more sneakers than niggas, over 4000 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]
