2 Chainz - Dresser lyrics

Ft. Young Thug (Verse) 454, I pull up on n***as, I tell em let's get it n***as 'ey talkin' on twitter, ya n***as ya know ya gonna get it Benjamin Franklin, n***as know I keep it 100 Got a new clip fo' my .223 and that b**h hold a hundred I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nikes b**hes, 'ey s**in', and f**in', '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**h, I kind of sound like a Pisces Lil b**h ya know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightning Wow, these b**hes excited, me and Thugger, we bout to start up a riot I ain't got no p**y all week, I'm on that b**h, s** 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**in' 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**h p**y wet like it's wetting rain This b**h 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 n***a Put that pretty muthaf**a 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 k**ed lil boy? Who k**ed 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 n***as what 'ey asked fo' I used to have to argue wit my landlord Yeah, my nickname is Titty Boi b**h, 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**h 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 p**y n***a gonna need a tampon Put rifle bullets in a handgun Keep a bankroll on me, n***a 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**h do is run her mouth, n***a On the right but that b**h 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** that b**h wit my Timbs on