Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Money In The Grave , by - Drake. Release date: 14.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Money In The Grave |
| Yeah, okay |
| 'Lil CC, on the beat, hm |
| Yeah, yeah |
| I mean, where the fuck 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 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 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 fuck a nigga, 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, bitches 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' nigga, just another state case |
| Bury my motherfucking Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce) |
| Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance) |
| You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (Do or die) |
| A nigga 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 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 you |