Money in the grave – Drake lyrics

Lyrics Money in the grave – Drake

Money in the graaave lyrics
I mean where the f**k should I really even start?
I got h**s 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 a*s 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 put my money in the graaave

When I die put my money in the graaave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every n***a in the race
I really might tat “Realest N***a” on my face
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
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

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 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 graaave

Couple figures killers call and collect (Collect)
She f**k a n***a then she on to the next (Next)
Really livin’ large she in awe with a mack
When you niggas thinkin’ 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 ringin’ bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)
I got the hookup and there’s really no limit (Limit)
Dead broke is in you n***a DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley’s in Decatur with the yé
Lil’ n***a just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin’ 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 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 (About it)
The homies quiet but we all smoke the loudest (Loudest)
Rich niggas and I’m really bein’ modest
‘Cause 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’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 put my money in the graaave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every n***a in the race
I really might tat “Realest N***a” on my face
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
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 ittt

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