Money In The Grave (Drake ft. Rick Ross)

Yeah, okay
 Lil' CC on the beat, mmm
 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, I put my money in the grave
 When I die, I 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
 She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next
 Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
 When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat
 Roll with us if you really wanna get it
 Go get a half a million in the Sprinter
 Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper
 I got the hookup and there's really no limit
 Dead broke is in you nigga DNA
 Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
 Lil' nigga, just another state case
 Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to 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
 The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest
 Rich niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
 Ross got it (Maybach Music)
 When I die, I 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
 
 Yeah, okay
 Lil' CC on the beat, mmm
 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, I put my money in the grave
 When I die, I 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
 She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next
 Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
 When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat
 Roll with us if you really wanna get it
 Go get a half a million in the Sprinter
 Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper
 I got the hookup and there's really no limit
 Dead broke is in you nigga DNA
 Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
 Lil' nigga, just another state case
 Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to 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
 The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest
 Rich niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
 Ross got it (Maybach Music)
 When I die, I 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
 
 Yeah, okay
 Lil' CC on the beat, mmm
 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, I put my money in the grave
 When I die, I 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
 She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next
 Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
 When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat
 Roll with us if you really wanna get it
 Go get a half a million in the Sprinter
 Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper
 I got the hookup and there's really no limit
 Dead broke is in you nigga DNA
 Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
 Lil' nigga, just another state case
 Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to 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
 The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest
 Rich niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
 Ross got it (Maybach Music)
 When I die, I 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
 
 Yeah, okay
 Lil' CC on the beat, mmm
 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, I put my money in the grave
 When I die, I 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
 She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next
 Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
 When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat
 Roll with us if you really wanna get it
 Go get a half a million in the Sprinter
 Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper
 I got the hookup and there's really no limit
 Dead broke is in you nigga DNA
 Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
 Lil' nigga, just another state case
 Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to 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
 The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest
 Rich niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
 Ross got it (Maybach Music)
 When I die, I 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
 
 Yeah, okay
 Lil' CC on the beat, mmm
 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, I put my money in the grave
 When I die, I 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
 She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next
 Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
 When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat
 Roll with us if you really wanna get it
 Go get a half a million in the Sprinter
 Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper
 I got the hookup and there's really no limit
 Dead broke is in you nigga DNA
 Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
 Lil' nigga, just another state case
 Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to 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
 The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest
 Rich niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
 Ross got it (Maybach Music)
 When I die, I 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