Top in the Trash

Well, I'm blowin' 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 turnips, bitch

I turn 'em in the turnin' lane

I'm always in a foreign whip

My trap boomin' like Bloomingdale's

A long line like you at the Ritz

Got bank like Lloyd, Yayo like Tony

But won't give you 50 cent

Red rubies on my Rolex bezel

It look like I slit my wrist

White diamonds like I'm Liberace

Bitch, come here and kiss my fist

I use Cristal for Listerine

I brush my teeth with purp 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 makin' me laugh

I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga

I don't fuck with no glass

So many gualas in my pants, nigga

It's makin' me sag

And when I leave up out the lot, nigga

Top in the trash

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 Rollie

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 some 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

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 nigga stuntin', just damn near killed the scene

Make bitches scream and faint, aye

I just poured me up a pint of that purple

I don't like red

You want to fight bitch, you might be dead, aye

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

Counting so much damn green, hurt my damn thumb

I was trying to fucking eat, bit my damn tongue