Chief Keef - Top in the trash lyrics

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**h 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 50 cent Red rubies on my Rolex bezel It look like I slit my wrist White diamonds like I'm Liberace b**h, 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, n***a I don't f** with no gla** So many gualas in my pants, n***a It's makin' me sag And when I leave up out the lot, n***a 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, 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 n***as 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, n***a I don't f** with no gla** So many gualas in my pants, n***a It's makin' me sag And when I leave up out the lot, n***a Top in the trash 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 n***a stuntin', just damn near k**ed the scene Make b**hes scream and faint, aye I just poured me up a pint, of that purple I don't like red You want to fight b**h, you might be dead, aye Red white white chalk, Some n***as in the rear with black hawks Counting so much damn green, hurt my damn thumb I was trying to f**ing 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, n***a I don't f** with no gla** So many gualas in my pants, n***a It's makin' me sag And when I leave up out the lot, n***a Top in the trash