In the Closet lyrics

[Intro]
Sonny Digital
I’m at the top, sky scrape

[Chorus]
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top, b*tch, sky scrape
b*tch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got n*ggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet

[Verse 1]
I got the sig tucked
Put your wig up
n*gga put your cookies up before we make you give it up
The b*tch want to be with me
I was so off ran up, on money not on drugs
You dumb f*ck, call me big bucks
Big money
I can't help but f*ck if my wrist horny
Then I tell that hoe she gotta go cause she’s gettin boring
She think I’m off the xans and the percs cause I’m trippin
You get it if she skinny
I get top than I’m dipping
You say that you got shooters
Send some shots, n*gga
Call em up
Treat these pus*y n*ggas like some paper and I ball em up
Throw em towards the garbage
If I miss, no Chinese food, B
Aye bro, I’m anti
Why is your b*tch talking to me?
[Chorus]
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top b*tch, sky scrape
b*tch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got n*ggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet

[Verse 2]
My stick gay, I go and get him out the closet
He come out that b*tch with pride and he picking out the target
I’m sold out in Best Buy
b*tch, get it out of Target
I told him 4-5 ning ding
I’m finna fart it
If don’t nobody tell ya, gots to tell you
You’s a shawty
In broad day we air ya
Ricky Smiley in the morning
Put a cob in the n*gga cause these n*ggas be so corny
Can’t wake a n*gga up the type to sleep until the morning

[Chorus]
Balmains and i8’s
I’m at the top b*tch, sky scrape
b*tch, I got weed, I got drank
I got money, I got thangs
I got chains, I got cars
I got n*ggas, I got thots
I got a mansion, fat ass closet
My stick gay, he’s in the closet