2 Chainz - Crib In My Closet Lyrics
[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]Money machine in that bank, I just made me a deposit*****ed that ***** raw on the sinkIs it the ***** or is it the faucet?I just left the hotel, never let ho in mi casaAll this designer shit it's like a crib in my closetI got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closetMan, all this *****in gear it's like a crib in my closetMy Nike shoebox filled with rubber bandsMan, my Nike shoebox is my ATM***** it, I said it, I'm winning, downsouth MC RenI might buy some Timbs, or peanut butter MCMRaised down the street from a crack housePull her hair weave 'til the track outTreat the rap game like a trap gameTrying to make a yellow ho tap outI got Dolce, I ain't even worn yet, codeine ain't even po' yetI could spend millions of dollars, and still won't even be poor yetYeah, I'm a mother*****ing poet, riding now, mother*****er, own thatA nigga wearing a Versace shirt, man that's a mother*****ing throwback[Hook: 2 Chainz]I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closetAll designer shit, I got a crib in my closetI got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closetMan, all designer shit, I got a cribAll designer shit, all designer shit I got a cribAll designer shit, all designer shit I got a cribAll designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closetAll designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, *****[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]Since rappin' turn to fashion I don't know what happenAll mishappensMatching turned to swagging, he exposed the world to trappin'Picture poles and tacticsHo, this that click click, fittin' to blow this backwardsMoney, hoes and fabricsStrolling past like ''***** your photo caption''If ye ain't got it then you bragging, that's automaticI see no need for me to Tweet, these *****es know my statusI'm the shit, all designer shit, got all kinds of shitGot Prada wrapped from '99 and shit, bet you won't find the shitI’m on my Honor shit, that’s winter, it’s dressed like, it’s Met BallI’m in Vogue, this winter, the runway, no instaGot a crib in my closet, Spanish chick in my casaSo much space in my closet, fit your crib in my closet[Hook]I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closetAll designer shit, I got a crib in my closetI got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closetMan, all designer shit, I got a cribAll designer shit, all designer shit I got a cribAll designer shit, all designer shit I got a cribAll designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closetAll designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, *****[Verse 3: Rick Ross]I got more sneakers than niggas, over 4000 pairsMost all white like the Rhode Island mayorGot a crib in my closet, hustle every day, niggaIf you on the work with them people I'm unavailable, niggaYou smell like pork in Mecca, Lord be my protecterSecond row at the fight, ***** get on my levelLarry Merchant my nigga, I got Holyfield moneyFinger your girl at Coachella, gotta roll in that for meYou should see me in Lennox, I shop 'til I dropSpent so much on the watch, had a seizure and shockWake up and ball, watch how I walkMoney all on my mind, call 'em lucrative thoughts[Hook]I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closetAll designer shit, I got a crib in my closetI got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closetMan, all designer shit, I got a cribAll designer shit, all designer shit I got a cribAll designer shit, all designer shit I got a cribAll designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closetAll designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, *****
