Bury Me In Designer

[Intro]
Get Money Gang got sticks like the navy
Get Money Gang treat the cash like a baby

[Verse 1]
Ion give a fuck, nunna these niggas got swag like my gang
Nunna these got racks like my gang
No you lil nigga you don't got it like I
We can tell he a fed by the look in the eye

We untoppable bitch, shoutout to lil Dior
I can’t go broke my momma need Dior
We swerving all kinda whips out da lot
Fell asleep on the money, I love it a lot

GMG bitch and we living your lie
GMG bitch, yes we living your cap
Yo bitch know we live all that cap in yo Rap
Cut a few niggas off, they weren't having my back
Don't trust me lil baby I won’t call you back

[Verse 2]
I ain't having no squares in my circle
Drop my pain in my cup then I watch it turn purple
Drop a bag on yo bitch thats fendi Galore
Verseace Galore; In the Versace store
Fuck making a mill dawg you know we need more
We got rich so we ain't losing hope anymore
I won't take your advice if you know your ass poor
Overlapping the opps we don't look at the score

Told my teacher, that "I could go pay your whole rent"
Yes I'm still a scholar
Imma young baller
A young shot caller
Im a young boss I'm poppin' my collar

Bando Baby send racks to the shooter
Dead-eye shooter, can’t miss the medula
Put some ice in my cup dawg I feel like the jeweller
I got snakes on my shirt, not talking that Gucci im talking medusa
Ride with the Ruga

[Outro]
Clip like a ruler
She thought we was forever like Bktherula
No I don’t need her
Don't need new friends, this a 2 seater
Chrome Heart Cross on my back what she see when I leave her