Gucci Mane - Top In The Trash lyrics

rate me

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

I cabbage like a Cabbage Patch

Got collard greens and turtles, bitch

I turn them in the turnin' lane

I'm always in a foreign whip

My trap boomin' like Bloomingdale's

Alone like the Ricks

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 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 makin' me laugh

I drink my champagne out the bottle, nigga

I don't fuck with no glass

I don’t fuck with no glass

So many gualas in my pants, nigga

It's makin' me sad

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 Roley

Shorty brain me so crazy

Had to tell the girl to hold it

Got a college girl

Girl, just spoken words

She think that she a poet

When I smash the girl, just spoken words

I have to keep her focused

About to put me out the buildin'

Cause I got to know the neighbors

Say I'm smokin' loud and they complainin'

About the noise of fragrance

Think I'm going through a phase

Cause my verses are amazing

Think I'm walkin' through a maze

When I'm walkin' through the station

Drawin' pictures with my words

While these other niggaz tracin'

Walkin' back and forth pacin'

Like my girl gonna have a baby

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

I don’t fuck with no glass

So many gualas in my pants, nigga

It's makin' me sad

And when I leave up out the lot, nigga

Top in the trash

When I pull up to the lot, aye

All the hoes gonna drop, aye

They look at his watch, aye

Like look at his car

Look at his rings and chains

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 niggaz in the red with black holes

Countin' so much damn cream, hurt my damn thumb

I was tryin' to fuckin' 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, nigga

I don't fuck with no glass

I don’t fuck with no glass

So many gualas in my pants, nigga

It's makin' me sad

And when I leave up out the lot, nigga

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