Dresser (lil Boy) Lyrics - 2 Chainz

.454, I pull up on niggas, I tell 'em lets 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 nitrous 

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 

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 

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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 

PART 2: Lil Boy 

Who killed little boy, who killed little boy? 

Rat infested hallways, no escape, no escape 

Photos 

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 the channel 

See 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 

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 

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 

(Truuuuuu)