Crib in my closet

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 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

That mean 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

Tryna 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



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

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



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

Or mishappens matching turned to swagging, he exposed the world to trappin'

Picture poles and tactics

Ho, this that click click, finna' blow this backwards

Money, hoes and fabrics strolling past like “fuck yo photo caption“

If ye ain't got it then you bragging, that's automatic

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 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



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

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



I got more sneakers than niggas, over 4,000 pairs

Most all white like the Royal Audemars

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

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

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 in shock

Wake up and ball, watch how I walk

Money all on my mind, call 'em lucrative thoughts



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

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