Crib In My Closet Lyrics - 2 Chainz

Money machine in that bank, I just made me a deposit 

Fucked that bitch raw on the sink 

Is it the pussy or is it the faucet? 

I just left the hotel, never let ho 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 

My Nike shoebox filled with rubber bands 

Man, my Nike shoebox is my ATM 

Fuck it, I said it, I'm winning, downsouth 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 

Trying to make a yellow ho tap out 

I got Dolce, I ain't even worn yet, codeine ain't even po' yet 

I could spend millions of dollars, and still won't even be poor yet 

Yeah, I'm a motherfucking poet, riding now, motherfucker, own that 

A nigga wearing a Versace shirt, man that's a motherfucking throwback 

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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 designer shit I got a crib 

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib 

All designer shit, all designer shit I got a crib in my closet 

All designer shit, all designer shit, I got a crib in my closet, bitch 

Since rappin' turn to fashion I don't know what happen 

All mishappens 

Matching turned to swagging, he exposed the world to trappin' 

Picture poles and tactics 

Ho, this that click click, fittin' to blow this backwards 

Money, hoes and fabrics 

Strolling past like "fuck your photo caption" 

If ye ain't got it then you bragging, 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 wrapped from '99 and shit, bet you won't find the shit 

I'm on my Honor shit, that's winter, it's dressed like, it's 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 

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I got more sneakers than niggas, over 4000 pairs 

Most all white like the Rhode Island mayor 

Got a crib in my closet, hustle every day, nigga 

If you on the work with them people I'm unavailable, nigga 

You smell like pork in Mecca, Lord be my protecter 

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 

Wake up and ball, watch how I walk 

Money all on my mind, call 'em lucrative thoughts