Money In The Grave (feat. Rick Ross)
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keeping in the dark
I got my n***as '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 n***as 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 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 n***as wanna swap
N***as 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 grave
Couple figures, killers call and collect (collect)
She fuck a n***a, then she on to the next (next)
Really living large, she in awe with a mack
When you n***as 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you n***as' DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the 'ye
Lil' n***a, just another state case
Bury my motherfucking Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You n***as snitches so I gotta reroute it (do or die)
A n***a 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***as and I'm really being 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 counting
Nine figures was the goal till I hit it
These n***as 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 n***as 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 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 got hoes that I'm keeping in the dark
I got my n***as '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 n***as 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 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 n***as wanna swap
N***as 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 grave
Couple figures, killers call and collect (collect)
She fuck a n***a, then she on to the next (next)
Really living large, she in awe with a mack
When you n***as 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you n***as' DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the 'ye
Lil' n***a, just another state case
Bury my motherfucking Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You n***as snitches so I gotta reroute it (do or die)
A n***a 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***as and I'm really being 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 counting
Nine figures was the goal till I hit it
These n***as 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 n***as 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 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