Karaoké Money in the Grave Drake & Rick Ross

Yeah

Okay

Lil CC on the beat

Uh

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 'till 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, 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

I 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 'cos 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

You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it

A nigga drippin' like

I got a zillion dollars

Got the trap jumpin' like a Zion when I rebound it

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

'Cos the way I do my deals never treated like an artist

Want the house

You could DM my accountant

My per diem six figures and I'm countin'

Nine figures was the goal 'till I hit it

These niggas ain't livin' so bury mine with me

Ross got it

When I die, put my money in the grave

I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place

I 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