Money On The Dresser - Young Thug

Its like 2 o'clock in the studio Backed up on the leaks but my shit grasping I'm back on you niggas though I gots this 55 thousand so we gon do it like this Uh, Hussle nigga One take 2 Look, uh Mac 11 on my dresser drawer Model bitches like "Nipsey what's the weapon for?" Niggas tryna take, I give em nothin' less than war So what's understood there is no explanation for Put the box in concrete, then put the safe in floor Extra thick carpet, that's what we made it for Young niggas gettin' money is what I make it for Play this out your range rover and Mercedes door Uh I graduated from havin' haters Now I see it all as fake love, so don't congratulate us And thank god for my imagination I seen the vision, i'm in it, and now i'm after greatness I know that god got me so I practice patience Most the time I look inside and Find the answers waitin' Tryna change my life but it's aggravating

We packin' Diamond Pistols Ayy, bang, bang, bang, bang Bang, bang Baby, I got a lotta Water all over my dresser (All over my dresser) But I ain't spill none, I just be fuckin' finessin' (I'm finessin', bang) Ayy, water all over my dresser (My dresser) But I ain't spill shit, I just be fuckin' finessin' (I'm finessin') Lil' Juice, Lil' Sauce, Lil' Dressin', no finessin' Couple lighters, couple keys to the Tesla on my dresser (Yah, yah-yah) And your bitch, she undressin' (Bang, bang, bang) Take a sip, that's that drip on my dresser (Whoa) Backseat action, riverside relaxin' I feel like TLC the way I'm splashin' (Whoa) Drip in passion, wristwatch Alaskan I feel like Project Pat the way I'm passin' this Blunt to my lips, one for them kids That turned on this song in everybody's whip Blunt to my lips, one for your bitch Give me some top, and then I'm gon' dip (Fuckin' dip, baby) Ayy, I'm out here with my dawg, fuckin' Sosa, baby Show 'em what it is (Bang, bang) Bang, bang, bang, bang She say, "Hola," I say, "Hello" (Bang) I need mula, I need pesos (Bang, bang) I've been with the shits from the get-go Whoop your ass but I seen geckos (Bang, bang, bang) Girls pullin' you down, don't let go Your car hold some 'bout echo Roof, roof, bitch, take me to Petco I'm a dawg but you don't wanna let go In the same car as Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne) I got as many chains as 2 Chainz (2 Chainz) Couldn't even come out to play Now how the fuck you in the gang? Disappear just like David Blaine On a bitch if she actin' lame Chop the head off of your body Then go to the range and practice my aim (Bitch) Water all over my dresser (All over my dresser) But I ain't spill none, I just be fuckin' finessin' (I'm finessin', whoa) Water, ayy, water all over my dresser (My dresser) But I ain't spill shit, I just be fuckin' finessin' (I'm finessin') Lil' Juice, Lil' Sauce, Lil' Dressin', no finessin' Couple lighters, couple keys to the Tesla on my dresser (Yah, yah-yah) And your bitch, she undressin' (Bang, bang, bang) Take a sip, that's that drip on my dresser Blunt to my lips, one for them kids That turned on this song in everybody's whip Blunt to my lips, one for your bitch Give me some top, and then I'm gon' dip Drip on my dresser, baby You know what I'm fuckin' sayin', baby We got diamonds, garments, silk, velvet, wristwork Red Lambo' up in the front And it's gigglin' like it's Elmo We hit you outside your head Cut my hand, just wanna say hello We'll roll your ass up in a blunt (Yeah) That's that bid you ain't in, though I've been thinkin' 'bout ridin' the trucks Wiz Khalifa, Black and Yellow

Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit Ever since I could hear A voice of warning Stories of pain and fear ringing in my eardrum And ever since I could run There's been somebody with a loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger son Ringin' in my eardrum Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit Ever since I could hear A voice of warning Stories of pain and fear ringing in my eardrum And ever since I could run There's been somebody with a loaded gun Get your finger on the trigger son Ringin' in my eardrum Get your hair cut Get your money on straight Get your head right And don't forget where you come from Who your friends are and all that shit I admit I don't understand how this all started But I know it's gotten out of hand We can't go back now Can't just tell ourselves all of this will pass Not while we're Sailin' too close, sailin' too close to the wind Sailin' too close, sailin' too close to the wind