Dresser
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 b**ch hold a hundred
I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nikes
b**ches, 'ey suckin', and f**kin', '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, b**ch, I kind of sound like a Pisces
Lil b**ch ya know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightning
Wow, these b**ches excited, me and Thugger, we bout to start up a riot
I ain't got no pussy all week, I'm on that b**ch, 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 muthaf**kin' 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 b**ch pussy wet like it's wetting rain
This b**ch 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 muthaf**ka 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
b**ch, 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 b**ch 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 b**ch do is run her mouth, nigga
On the right but that b**ch 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 f**k that b**ch wit my Timbs on
