Top In The Trash

Ha, It's Gucci
Burr, go in
Mike Will made It

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 up 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 looks 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 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 tries to turn up with two hundred ones
He's makin' me laugh (got no racks, nigga, got no racks, nigga)
I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
I don't fuck with no glass (no, I don't fuck with no glass)
So, many gualas in my pants, nigga
It's makin' me sag (okay, they're sagging, it's Gucci)
And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
Top in the trash (don't want top in the douche, nigga, it's Gucci)

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 (wow)
Had a good day, and then I went and bought a Rollie
Shawty brain me so crazy, had to tell the girl to hold it
Got a college girl, just spoken words, she thinks 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
People say I'm smokin' loud, and they're complainin', 'bout a noisy 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 tries to turn up with two hundred ones
He's makin' me laugh (got no racks, nigga, got no racks, nigga)
I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
I don't fuck with no glass (no, I don't fuck with no glass nigga)
So, many gualas in my pants, nigga
It's makin' me sag (okay, they're sagging, it's Gucci)
And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
Top in the trash (don't want top in the douche, nigga, it's Gucci)

When I pull up to the lot, ay, all the hoes gon' drop, ay
Like look at his watch, ay (like look at his watch)
Like look at his car (like look at his car)
Look at his earrings (his earrings)
Look at his bling, bling, ay (look at his bling)
That nigga stuntin', just pulled up, killed the scene (killed the scene)

Make bitches scream and faint, ay (scream and faint)
I just poured me up a pint of that purple (just poured me up a pint of that purple)
I don't like red (like red)
You want to fight bitch, you might be dead, ay
Red, white chalk (red, white chalk)

To some niggas in the rear with black hawks (bitch, with black hawks)
Counting so much damn green, hurt my damn thumb (green, damn thumb)
I was trying to fucking eat, bit my damn tongue

He tries to turn up with two hundred ones
He's makin' me laugh (got no racks, nigga, got no racks, nigga)
I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga
I don't fuck with no glass (no, I don't fuck with no glass)
So, many gualas in my pants, nigga
It's makin' me sag (okay, they're sagging, it's Gucci)
And when I leave up out the lot, nigga
Top in the trash (don't want top in the douche, nigga, it's Gucci)