Money In The Grave (Explicit) - Drake/Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Aubrey Graham/W. Roberts/L. Currie/C. Dade/A. Joergensen

Composed by：Aubrey Graham/W. Roberts/L. Currie/C. Dade/A. Joergensen

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 niggas '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 niggas in they place

Really just lapped every n***a 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 s**t 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 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***a then she on to the next Next

Really living large she in awe with a mack

When you niggas 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*****s know a big tipper Tipper

I got the hookup and there's really no limit Limit

Dead broke is in you niggas' DNA DNA

Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the 'ye

Lil' n***a 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 niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it So I gotta reroute it

A n***a 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place

Really just lapped every n***a 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