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Artist: 2 Chainz f/ A$AP Rocky, Rick Ross
Album:  Freebase
Song:   Crib In My Closet
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

{"Metro Boomin want some more, nigga!"}

[2 Chainz]
Money machine at the bank, I just made me a deposit
Fucked that bitch right on the sink, is it the pussy or is it the faucet?
I just left the hotel, never let hoe in mi casa
All this designer shit it's like a crib in my closet
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
Man, all this fuckin' gear it's like a crib in my closet (HUH!)
My Nike shoebox filled with rubber bands (HUH!)
That mean my Nike shoebox is my ATM
Fuck it, I said it, I'm winnin', down south MC Ren
I might buy some Timbs, or peanut butter MCM
Raised down the street from a crack house, pull her hair weave 'til the track out
Treat the rap game like a trap game, I'm tryna make a yellow ho tap out
I got Dolce I ain't even worn yet, codeine I ain't even po' yet
I could spend millions of dollars, and still won't even be poor yet
Yeah, I'm a motherfuckin' poet, ridin' down motherfuckin' Ol' Nat
And if I'm wearin' a Versace shirt, then it's a motherfuckin' throwback

[Chorus: 2 Chainz]
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
All designer shit, I got a crib in my closet
I got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
Man, all designer shit, I got a crib
All designer shit, all-all designer shit I got a crib
All-all designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib
All-all designer shit, all-all designer shit I got a crib in my closet
Man, all-all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch!

[A$AP Rocky]
Since rappin' turn to fashion, I don't know what happen
or mishappens, matchin' turned to swaggin', he exposed the world to trappin'
Picture poles and tactics, hoe this that click click, finna blow this backwards
Money, hoes and fabrics strollin' past like "FUCK yo photo caption!"
If ye ain't got it then you braggin', that's automatic
I see no need for me to tweet, these bitches know my status
I'm the shit, all designer shit, got all kinds of shit
Got Prada around from 1999 and shit, bet you won't find the shit
I'm on my +Anna+ shit, that's +Wintour+, it's dressed like itís Met Ball
I'm in Vogue, this winter, the runway, no Insta
Got a crib in my closet, Spanish chick in my casa
So much space in my closet, fit your crib in my closet - whoo!

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
ROSAY~! HUH!
I got more sneakers than niggas, over 4000 pairs (pairs)
Most all white (white) like the Rhode Island mayor (woo!)
Got a crib in my closet (closet) hustle every day, nigga (HUH!)
If you on the work with them people I'm unavailable, nigga (HAHA~!)
You smell like pork in Mecca, Lord be my protector
Second row at the fight, bitch get on my level
Larry Merchant my nigga, I got Holyfield money
Finger your girl at Coachella, gotta roll in that for me
You should see me in Lennox, I shop 'til I drop
Spent so much on the watch, had a seizure and shock {"M-M-M"}
Wake up and ball, watch how I walk
Money all on my mind, call 'em lucrative thoughts {"M-M-M"}

[Chorus]