Rick Ross
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 n***a wearing a Versace shirt
Man that's a motherfucking throwback