Money in the Grave (Duet Version(Explicit)) - SLK & Friends
Lyrics by:Lorne Jr Currie/AUbrey Drake Graham/William Leonard Roberts
Composed by:Lorne Jr Currie/AUbrey Drake Graham/William Leonard Roberts
Yeah okay
Lil CC on the beat mmm
Yeah yeah
I mean where the f**k should I really even start
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my n***as '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 a*s 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 n***as in they place
Really just lapped every n***a in the race
I really might tat realest n***a 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 s**t meant a lot
Still on top like I'm scared of the drop
Still on top and these n***as wanna swap
N***as 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 f**k a n***a then she on to the next next
Really livin' large she in awe with a mack
When you n***as thinkin' small in the mall with a rat rat
Roll with us if you really wanna get it
Go get a half a million in the sprinter sprinter
Phone ringin' b***hes know a big tipper tipper
I got the hookup and there's really no limit limit
Dead broke is in you n***a dna dna
Rickey smiley's in decatur with the yé
Lil' n***a just another state case
Bury my motherf**kin' chase bank time to bounce bounce
Gotta count on my allowance
You n***as snitches
So I gotta reroute it
A n***a 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 n***as and I'm really bein' modest
'Cause the way I do my deals never treated like a artist
Want the 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 n***as ain't livin' so bury mine with me
Ross got it
When I die put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple n***as in they place
Really just lapped every n***a in the race
I really might tat realest n***a 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