Drake – Money In The Grave (Lyrics) ft. Rick Ross

Drake – Money In The Grave (Lyrics) ft. Rick Ross

January 24, 2020 100 By William Morgan


[intro: drake]
yeah, okay ‘lil cc, what a beat, hm
yeah, yeah [verse 1: drake]
i mean, where the f*ck should i really even start?
i got h**s that i’m keeping in the dark i got my n*ggas ‘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 a** 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 [chorus: drake]
when i die, put my money in the grave i really gotta put a couple n*ggas in they
place really just lapped every n*gga in the race
i really might tat, “realest n*gga” on my face
lil cc, let it slap with the ba** i used to save h**s 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 [verse 2: drake]
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*ggas wanna swap n*ggas 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 [verse 3: rick ross]
couple figures, killers call and collect (collect) she f*ck a n*gga, then she on to the next
(next) really living large, she in awe with a mack
when you n*ggas 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*tch es know a big tipper
(tipper) i got the hookup and there’s really no limit
(limit) dead broke is in you n*ggas’ dna (dna)
rickey smiley’s in decatur with the ‘ye lil’ n*gga, just another state case
bury my motherf*cking chase bank, time to bounce (bounce)
gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
you n*ggas snitches so i gotta reroute it (do or die)
a n*gga 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*ggas 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*ggas ain’t living, so bury mine with me
ross got it! (maybach music) [chorus: drake]
when i die, put my money in the grave i really gotta put a couple n*ggas in they
place really just lapped every n*gga in the race
i really might tat, “realest n*gga” on my face
lil cc, let it slap with the ba** i used to save h**s 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