Correction Lyrics Live Off My Closet by Future

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(Who made this beat?)
Drippin'
(Twysted Genius, baby)
Know what I'm sayin', drippin', know what I'm sayin'

I'm a hyena, since everyone G.O.A.T.'s
Team full of shooters, pull up and they score
I got the drop on the opp, it's a go
I get two hundred racks every night for a show
I know it's a blessing
Christian Dior and Jordan 11's ('Leven)
I just hope I can dunk into Heaven (Heaven)
I just f**ked on an actress for breakfast, I hope she ain't messy
I just be f**kin' b*t*hes, I don't be textin' 'em
It ain't no in the middle, shoot the messenger
He won't let nobody get the best of him
Oh, you don't know Scotty? Take a Tesla
Plus she won't let me get it in, so I left her there
I got too many women, Baby Hefner
I let the lil' bros keep the extra
I used the baking soda, we was stretchin' 'em
Making these deals, numbers come in decimals
Or I might get bored and buy a b*t*h a hair salon
I'ma pay for it, bruh, ain't never have to front
I make a million dollars every other month
As soon as I get done, I'ma give her some
Not like the rest of 'em, I'm a different one
I had to shoot back, I ain't get to run
Can't let a f**k n***a take my mama's son

I can live off my closet before I go broke
I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don't know which one gold
This b*t*h think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats
I can live off my closet before I go broke
I got too many cars, I ain't payin' no note (Note)
Too many chains, go to sleep, I might choke (Choke)
I be sippin' on syrup, I ain't drivin' no boat (Boat)
We in the store, she don't know which one gold
This b*t*h think that she slick, but I'm buyin' 'em both
We on Rodeo, lil' bro got his heater
I walk in Moncler and buy everyone coats

Grippin' that rod and I'm breakin' that law (Yeah)
I got too much Givenchy in the closet (Yeah)
Count up the cash and I'm drowsy (Yeah)
And I got more oil than a Saudi (Yeah)
I don't know what made 'em doubt me (Yeah)
Made a hundred M's, shouldn't doubt me (Yeah)
I got the jeweler, the mula (Yeah)
I go to Jerusalem, they callin' me daddy (Yeah)
Pray to Young Pluto and kick it like judo (Yeah)
I'm flippin' this money the fastest (Yeah)
b*t*hes in love with the kid, really f**k with the kid, they gon' follow the protocol
Go out the country, smoke on the best bud, f**k on the best whores
Ain't no more regular diamonds
My sh*t coming with a passport
And ain't worried 'bout the card declinin' (Yeah)
I got three mil' in cash at the Waldorf (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I done went to New York to spend at Dior (Yeah)
I got the gas like BP (Pluto)
Throw the party when you see the opps, n***a
No clown sh*t, we send 'em six feet
I done spent millions in CC (What up?)
I done made millions with RiRi (Super)

I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals
I been making these deals, numbers come with decimals

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