[Chorus - Mannie I 'em back in the Designer Casket (ya, ya, ya) in plastic I send 'em back in the Designer (ya) in plastic (ya) Drag him from the river his body in the yard (Amen) Note around his neck saying get right with the (Amen) Note around his neck saying get right the Lord (Amen) Get with the Lord, get right with the Lord
[Verse 1 - Fresh] Hundred, thousand, in a Orange Lamborghini [?] with the plates these, hoes, I'll be right back Another hundred thousand spilling out the I, do the, whole, Sideways on bitches bout to act an ass Bricks, pounds, [?], Went to came back speaking Japanese Sushi, uchi, nigga in Gucci [?] got me feeling like I'm super [?] Send him, back, to his, A hundred holes, first 48 dropped him This that project shit that these niggas wanna hear from me Real bitch do a pull-down, hit a lick for me Clearing out block fuck yall 9mm [?] shit make these shooters go and kill for me
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2 - Birdman] I, fucked, these, Af-ter, our, Big, dicks, we Rich, gang wartime, let's I told them pussy niggas I was right back Slap, back, cash, Long, sticks, straps Hundred G's get a hundred in your lap with the red blood on the floors Suicide, suicide want mo Cash, money, big, Nigga, hate, smack em Third ward told me fame came with the Top floor so I put it on my mama Rest, in, peace to my Seven three billion nigga had to have it
I send 'em back in the Designer in plastic I send 'em back in the Casket (ya) in plastic (ya) Drag him from the river his body in the yard (Amen) Note around his neck saying get right the Lord ( Amen) around his neck saying get right with the Lord (Amen) Get right the Lord, get right with the Lord
Before they see it, we saw it (ye, ye) Now they know a be with it Trippin on the designer Simple, fame came the gang what's brackin' [?] town happenin' MF, yea shawty, with all [?] Lying around the On the road with, Rich gang a bang boy