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crib (feat. 2 chainz & a$ap rocky) - meek mill,rick ross lyrics

money machine at the bank
i just made me a deposit
f-cked that b-tch right on the sink
is it the p-ssy or is it the faucet?
i just left the hotel
never let ho in mi casa
all this designer sh-t it’s like a crib in my closet

i got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
man, all this f-ckin’ gear it’s like a crib in my closet
my nike shoebox filled with rubber bands
that mean my nike shoebox is my atm
f-ck it, i said it, i’m winning
downsouth mc ren
i might buy some timbs, or peanut b-tter 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 motherf-cking poet
riding now, motherf-cker own that
a n-gga wearing a versace shirt
man that’s a motherf-cking throwback

i got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
all designer sh-t, i got a crib in my closet
i got a crib in my closet, got a crib in my closet
man, all designer sh-t, i got a crib
all designer sh-t, all designer sh-t i got a crib
all designer sh-t, all designer sh-t i got a crib
all designer sh-t, all designer sh-t i got a crib in my closet
man all designer sh-t, i got a crib in my closet, b-tch

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 cl1ck cl1ck, finna’ blow this backwards
money, hoes and fabrics strolling past like “f-ck yo photo caption”
if ye ain’t got it then you bragging, that’s automatic
i’m the sh-t, all designer sh-t, got all kinds of sh-t
got prada around from 1999 and sh-t, bet you won’t find the sh-t
i’m on my honor sh-t
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 sp-ce in my closet, fit your crib in my closet

i got more sneakers than n-ggas, over 4, 000 pairs
most all white like the royal audemars
got a crib in my closet, hustle every day, n-gga
if you work with them people i’m unavailable, n-gga
you smell like pork in mecca, lord be my protector
second row at the fight, b-tch get on my level
larry merchant my n-gga, i got holyfield money
finger your girl at coach-lla, 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

- meek millrick ross lyrics

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