Young Thug - Dresser (Lil Boy) lyrics

PART 1: Dresser [Produced by London On Da Track] [Verse 1: 2 Chainz + Young Thug] .454, I pull up on n***as, I tell 'em lets get it n***as they talkin' on Twitter, you n***as you know you gon get it Benjamin Franklin, n***as know that I keep it 100 Got me a new clip for 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 Nike's b**hes, they s**in', and f**in', they do everything except bite it I can go slow like an old man, I can go fast like I got nitrous Spent 20 racks for my brother's appeal and I ain't talkin' no Vicodin Over 1 mil in this room, b**h, I kinda sound like a Pisces Lil b**h you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightnin' 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: 2 Chainz + Young Thug] 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 [Verse 2: 2 Chainz + Young Thug] Ain't nothin' special man, I sold it all yester' Pull in Phipps Plaza in a motherf**in' 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 Xan's My b**h p**y wet like it's wetting rain This b**h 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 locks In a strip club with some flip-flops Thought it's the time, baby it's not Got a lotta windows on my crib, n***a Bout to put that motherf**er in a tint shop [Hook: Young Thug + 2 Chainz] 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 PART 2: Lil Boy [Produced by J Gramm] [Interlude] Who k**ed little boy, who k**ed 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 n***as what they ask for I used to have to argue with my land lord Yea, my nickname is Tity Boi b**h 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 the channel See I pull up in this b**h 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) p**y n***a gonna need a tampon (lil boy) Put rifle bullets in a handgun (lil boy) Keep a bankroll on me, n***a 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 b**h do is run her mouth, n***a On the right but that b**h 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 f** that b**h with my Timbs on (Truuuuuu)