Bury Me In Designer Lyrics

Get Money Gang Got sticks like the navy.

Get Money Gang treat the cash like a baby.

Ion give a fuck, Nunna deehs niggas got swag like my gang.

Nunna deehs got racks like my gang

No these lil niggas 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 the 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

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.

Im a young baller

A young shot caller

Im a young Boss I'm poppin' my collar

BandoBaby 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

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