Dresser (Lil Boy)

Lyrics

[Part 1: Dresser] [Intro: 2 Chainz] (We got London on the track) Uh [Verse 1: 2 Chainz & Young Thug] Four-fifty-four, I pull up on niggas I tell 'em, "Let's get it" (Let's get it) Niggas, they talkin' on Twitter You niggas, you know you gon' get it (Huh) Benjamin Franklin, niggas know that I keep it a hundred Got me a new clip for my two-two-three and that bitch hold a hundred (Fah) I'm still in the hood I got me a check and I don't want no Nikes (Woo) Bitches, they suckin' and fuckin' They do everything except bite it (Woo) I can go slow like a old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous (Woo) Spent twenty racks for my brother's appeal and ain't talkin' no Vicodin Over one mill in this room, bitch, I got the sign like a Pisces Lil' bitch, you 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 (Uh) [Chorus: 2 Chainz & Young Thug] 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 Tiresias, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you Your rear Make a lil' money, leave a lil' on the dresser Make a lil' money, leave a lil' on the dresser [Verse 2: 2 Chainz & Young Thug] Ain't nothin' special, man, I sold it all yester' Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherfuckin' Tesla Ain't no pressure when you got a lil' extra Put them beams in your face, have 'em lookin' like freckles (Ooh) Damn, it man I do not know Tar, but I'm having xans My bitch pussy wet like it's wrapped in 'ran This bitch clap on me while I clap at mans, woah Got Balenciagas I ain't even wore yet, uh Half a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet, uh Trap house filled up with Ziplocs Use to get my living room suite from Big Lots In the strip club with some flip-flops Thought it's your time? Baby, this not Got a lotta windows on my crib, nigga 'Bout to put that motherfucker in a tint shop (Ooh) [Chorus: Young Thug & 2 Chainz] 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 Tiresias, I'm tired of lookin' bae, I'm into you Your 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] [Intro] Who killed little boy? Who killed little boy? Rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape From misery, no way out from that hell [Verse: 2 Chainz] I'm 'bout to give these niggas what they ask for I used to have to argue with my land lord Yeah, my nickname is Tity Boi Bitch gotta have at least a handful All my cribs came with a damn pool Used to stash work in my camel Young six-five with the handle If you don't watch Atlanta, then you need to turn the channel See, I pull up in this bitch in a Phantom (Phantom) Front grill looking like it's dancin' (It is) Put some stacks on your head, lil' boy (Lil' boy) Yeah, they 'bout to call you the grandson (Lil' boy) Pussy nigga gonna need a tampon (Lil' boy) Put rifle bullets in a handgun (Lil' boy) Keep a bankroll on me, nigga (Nigga) By the time I eat some bacon, I got bands on (Yeah) All my cars I done put rims on 'em (Dope) I done touched down, no end zone (End zone) All that bitch do is run her mouth, nigga On the right, but the bitch got a Sprint phone (Hello?) Man, she got about hundred acres (Acres) Enough yard for me to put a couple Benz up (Skrrt) And I just popped me a perc (Perc) I might fuck that bitch with my Timbs on (True)