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