Money In The Grave (Feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah okay Lil' CC on the beat mmm 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 '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 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 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 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 nigga 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 nigga DNA DNA Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the y Lil' nigga 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 nigga 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 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