Song lyrics:
You can't buy what's in my closet if you had stacks instead of wallets
And for you fucking haters who don't like it I can't see you past the way haters the flaps of my eye lids
Ok Ok
So tell tell me who the freshest of them of them all I step inside my closet and that shit look like a loft
You claiming that you fresh when you ain't fresher then my balls
Tryna get what's in my closet
Nah bitch I bought it all
Yeaa bitch I got it all
You ain't know nuthin about this fresh shit hoe
I'll fuck your bitch with a Louie Vuitton condom
Bitch I'm king wasbie in my closet
Got a lobby in my closet (okay)
I'm big bitch I'm big I got Versace in my closet