Drake、Rick Ross - Money In The Grave
Written by:Cydney Christine、Rick Ross、Drake
Yeah okay
'Lil CC on the beat hm
Yeah yeah
I mean where the f**k should I really even start
I got hoes that I'm keeping in the dark
I got my n**gas 'cross the street living large
Thinking 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 coming on the way
I got big stacks coming 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 n**gas in they place
Really just lapped every n**ga in the race
I really might tat realest n**ga 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 sh*t meant a lot
Still on top like I'm scared of the drop
Still on top and these n**gas wanna swap
N**gas wanna swap like it's Slauson or Watts
I don't wanna change 'cause I'm good where I'm at
Mob Ties on 'em 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 f**k a n**ga then she on to the next next
Really living large she in awe with a mack
When you n**gas thinking 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 ringing b**ches know a big tipper tipper
I got the hookup and there's really no limit limit
Dead broke is in you n**gas' DNA DNA
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the 'ye
Lil' n**ga just another state case
Bury my motherf**king Chase Bank time to bounce bounce
Gotta count on my allowance
Gotta count on my allowance
You n**gas snitches so I gotta reroute it
So I gotta reroute it
A n**ga dripping like I got a zillion dollars
Got the trap jumping like Zion when I rebound 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 n**gas and I'm really being modest
'Cause the way I do my deals never treated like a artist
Want house
House
You could DM my accountant
My per diem six figures and I'm counting
Nine figures was the goal till I hit it
These n**gas ain't living 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 n**gas in they place
Really just lapped every n**ga in the race
I really might tat realest n**ga 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