2 Chainz – Dresser (Lil Boy) lyrics

454.I, pull up on niggas I, tell 'em lets get it Niggas
they talkin' on Twitter you, niggas you know you gon get it Benjamin
Franklin niggas, know that I keep it 100 Got
me a new clip for 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 Nike's Bitches
they, suckin' and, fuckin' they, do everything except bite it I
can go slow like an old man I, can go fast like I got nitro Spent
20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no Vicodin Over
1 mil in this room bitch, I, kinda sound like a Pisces Lil
bitch you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light no, lightnin' 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 oh Monica

come, home to me yea, come home to me my dear Make
a little money leave, a little on the dresser Make
a little money leave, a little on the dresser Teresea
I'm, tired of lookin' bae I'm, into you your, rear Make
a little money leave, a little on the dresser Make
a little money leave, a little on the dresser 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 little extra Put
them beams on your face have, 'em lookin' like freckles Dammit
man I, do not know Tar but I'm having Zans My
bitch pussy wet like it's wetting rain This
bitch clap on me while I clap at mans woah, Got
Balenciaga's I ain't even wore yet Half
a pound of gas I ain't smoke yet Traphouse
filled up with Ziploc Used
to give my living room super big lots In
a strip club with some flip-flops Thought
it's the time baby, it's not Got
a lotta windows on my crib nigga, Bout
to put that motherfucker in a tint shop ooh, Monica

come, home to me yea, come home to me my dear Make
a little money leave, a little on the dresser Make
a little money leave, a little on the dresser Teresea
I'm, tired of lookin' bae I'm, into you your, rear Make
a little money leave, a little on the dresser Make
a little money leave, a little on the dresser Who

killed little boy who, killed little boy Rat?
infested hallways no, escape no, escape From
misery no, way out from that hell I'm

bout to give these niggas what they ask for I
used to have to argue with my land lord Yea
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
6'5" with the handle If
you don't watch Atlanta then you need to turn to Tennessee I
pull up in this bitch in a Phantom Front
grill looking like it's dancin' (it is) Put
some stacks on your head little 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 All
my cars I done 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 (hello) Man
she got about 100 acres Enough
yard for me to put a couple Benz's on And
I just pop me a perc I
might fuck that bitch with my Timbs on (True)