Top In the Trash

Top in the Trash -Gucci Mane /Chief Keef

Ha it's Gucci burr go in Mike wiLL made it

Well I'm blowing kush endorsin'it

For those that ain't as fortunate

I work my fork I work my wrist

Got babies like the orphanage

Got cabbage like a cabbage patch

Got collard greens and turtles b**ch

I turn 'em in the turnin'lane

I'm always in a foreign whip

My trap boomin'like Boomingdale's

A long line like you at the Ritz

Got bank like Lloyd Yayo like Tony

But won't give you 50cent

Red rubies on my Rolex bezel

It look like I slit my wrist

White diamonds like I'm Liberace

B**ch come here and Kiss my fist

I use cristal for Listerine

I brush my teeth with pure codeine

I wash my face with bottled water

Drink champagne straight out the bottle

All my whips got superchargers

All my hoes are supermodels

He go hard but I go harder

He faker than Harry potter

He try to turn up with two hundred ones

He's make me laugh

I drink my champagne out the bottle ni**a I don't f**k with no glass

So many gualas in my pants ni**a

It's makin'me sag

And when I leave up out the lot ni**a

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So much money in my safe

I don't think that I can close it

So much money in my jeans

I don't think that I can tote it

Had a good day

And then I went and bought a Roley

Shorty brain me so crazy

Had to tell the girl to hold it

Got a college girl just spoken words

She think that she a poet

When I smash the girl just spoken words

I have to keep her focused

'Bout to put me out the buildin'

Cause I got them nosy neighbors

Say I'm smokin'loud and they complainin'

'Bout the noise and fragrance

Think I'm going through a phase

Cause my verses are amazing

Think I'm walking through a maze

When I'm walking through the station

Drawing pictures with my words

While these other niggas tracin'

Walking back and forth pacing

Like my girl gon'have a baby

He try to turn up with two hundred ones

He's makin'me laugh

I drink my champagne out the bottle ni**a I don't f**k with no glass

So many gualas in my pants ni**a

It's makin'me sag

And when I leave up out the lot ni**a

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When I pull up to the lot aye

All the hoes gon'drop aye

Like look at his watch aye

Like look at his car

Look at his earrings

Look at his his bling bling aye

That ni**a stuntin'just damn near killed the scene

Make b**ches scream and faint aye

I just poured me up a pint of that purple

I don't like red

You want to fight b**ch you might be dead aye

Red white white chalk some niggas in the rear with black hawks

Counting so much damn green hurt my damn thumb

I was trying to f**king eat bit my damn tongue

He try to turn up with two hundred ones

He's makin'me laugh

I drink my champagne out the bottle ni**a

I don't f**k with no glass

So many gualas in my pants ni**a

It's makin'me sag

And when I leave up out the lot ni**a

Top in the trash