Money In The Grave (Feat. Rick Ross)

Drake

  • 																					Yeah, okay
    Lil CC on the beat, mm
    Yeah, yeah

    I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
    I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
    I got my niggas 'cross the street livin' large
    Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead
    Thought my raps wasn't facts
    'Til they sat with the bars
    I got two phones, one need a charge
    Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart
    I got big packs comin' on the way
    I got big stacks comin' out the safe
    I got Lil Max with me, he the wave
    It's a big gap between us in the game
    In the next life, I'm tryna stay paid
    When I die, put my money in the grave

    When I die, put my money in the grave
    I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
    Really just lapped every nigga in the race
    I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face
    Lil CC let it slap with the bass
    I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
    Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"
    Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it

    I was on top when that shit meant a lot
    Still on top like I'm scared of the drop
    Still on top and these niggas wanna swap
    Niggas wanna swap like it's Slauson or Watts
    I don't wanna change 'cause I'm good where I'm at
    Mob ties, so I'm always good where I'm at
    Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J
    Tell 'em when I die
    Put my money in the grave

    Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)
    She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)
    Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
    When you niggas thinkin' small
    In the mall with a rat (Rat)
    Roll with us if you really wanna get it (Get it)
    Go get a half a million in the Sprinter (Sprinter)
    Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)
    I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)
    Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
    Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
    Lil' nigga, just another state case
    Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank
    Time to bounce (Bounce)
    Gotta count on my allowance
    (Gotta count on my allowance)
    You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it
    (So I gotta reroute it)
    A nigga drippin' like I got a zillion dollars
    Got the trap jumpin' like Zion when I rebound it
    Then I'm out (Then I'm out)
    And I'll never talk about it (About it)
    The homies quiet
    But we all smoke the loudest (Loudest)
    Rich niggas and I'm really bein' modest
    'Cause the way I do my deals
    Never treated like a artist
    Want the house (House)
    You could DM my accountant
    My per diem six figures and I'm countin'
    Nine figures was the goal 'til I hit it
    These niggas ain't livin'
    So bury mine with me
    Ross got it (Maybach Music)

    When I die, put my money in the grave
    I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
    Really just lapped every nigga in the race
    I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face
    Lil CC let it slap with the bass
    I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
    Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"
    Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it

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