Dresser (Lil Boy) lyrics

[Part 1: Dresser]

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz & Young Thug]
.454, I pull up on n*ggas, I tell 'em lets get it
n*ggas they talkin' on Twitter, you n*ggas you know you gon get it
Benjamin Franklin, n*ggas know that I keep it 100
Got me a new clip for my .223 and that b*tch hold a hundred
I'm still in the hood, I got me a check and I don't want no Nike's
b*tches, they suckin', and f*ckin', 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*tch, I kinda sound like a Pisces
Lil b*tch you know I'm the bomb and 2 Chainz the light, no lightnin'
Wow, these b*tches excited, me and Thugger, we 'bout to start up a riot
I ain't got no pus*y all week, I'm on that "b*tch, suck my di*k" diet

[Chorus: 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*ckin' 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*tch pus*y wet like it's wetting rain
This b*tch 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
Use to get my living room suite from 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, n*gga
Bout to put that motherf*cker in a tint shop
[Chorus: 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]

[Interlude]
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 n*ggas what they ask for
I used to have to argue with my land lord
Yea, my nickname is Tity Boi
b*tch 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*tch 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)
pus*y n*gga gonna need a tampon (lil boy)
Put rifle bullets in a handgun (lil boy)
Keep a bankroll on me, n*gga
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*tch do is run her mouth, n*gga
On the right but that b*tch 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*ck that b*tch with my Timbs on
(Truuuuuu)