Money in the Grave - Drake ft Rick Ross (lyrics) Yeah, okay Lil\u0027 CC on the beat, mm Yeah, yeah I mean, where the fuck should I really even start? I got hoes that I\u0027m keepin\u0027 in the dark I got my niggas \u0027cross the street livin\u0027 large Thinkin\u0027 back to the fact that they dead Thought my raps wasn\u0027t facts \u0027til 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\u0027 on the way I got big stacks comin\u0027 out the safe I got Lil Max with me, he the wave It\u0027s a big gap between us in the game In the next life, I\u0027m 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 nigga in the race I really might tat \u0022Realest Nigga\u0022 on my face Lil CC let it slap with the bass I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape Now I\u0027m like, \u0022Nah, love, I\u0027m good, go away\u0022 Ain\u0027t about to die with no money, I done gave ya I was on top when that shit meant a lot Still on top like I\u0027m scared of the drop Still on top and these niggas wanna swap Niggas wanna swap like it\u0027s Slauson or Watts I don\u0027t wanna change \u0027cause I\u0027m good where I\u0027m at Mob ties, so I\u0027m always good where I\u0027m at Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J Tell \u0027em when I die, put my money in the grave Couple figures, killers call and collect (collect) She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (next) Really livin\u0027 large, she in awe with a Mack When you niggas thinkin\u0027 small in the mall with a rat (rat) Roll with us if you really wanna get it (get it) Go getter, half a million in the Sprinter (Sprinter) Phone ringin\u0027, bitches know a big tipper (tipper) I got the hookup and there\u0027s really no limit (no limit) Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA) Rickey Smiley\u0027s in Decatur with the yay Lil\u0027 nigga, just another state case Bury my motherfuckin\u0027 Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce) Gotta count up my allowance (gotta count up my allowance) You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it) A nigga drippin\u0027 like I got a zillion dollars Got the trap jumpin\u0027 like Zion when I rebound it Then I\u0027m out (then I\u0027m out) And I\u0027ll never talk about it (about it) The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest (loudest) Rich niggas and I\u0027m really bein\u0027 modest \u0027Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist Want the house (house) You could DM my accountant My per diem six figures and I\u0027m countin\u0027 Nine figures was the goal \u0027til I hit it These niggas ain\u0027t livin\u0027, 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 nigga in the race I really might tat \u0022Realest Nigga\u0022 on my face Lil CC let it slap with the bass I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape Now I\u0027m like, \u0022Nah, love, I\u0027m good, go away\u0022 Ain\u0027t about to die with no money, I done gave ya