Money in the Grave Lyrics

Yeah, okay

‘Lil CC, what a 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 ni**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 ni**as in they place

Really just lapped every ni**a in the race

I really might tat, “Realest Ni**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 on good, go away”

Ain’t about to die with no money, I done gave it

I was on top when that sh*t meant a lot

Still on top like I’m scared of the drop

Still on top and these ni**as wanna swap

Ni**as 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 ni**a, then she on to the next (Next)

Really living large, she in all with a MAC

When you ni**as think it’s 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, bi*ches know a big tipper (Tipper)

I got the hookup and there’s really no limit (No limit)

Dead broke is in your ni**as’ DNA (DNA)

Rickey Smiley’s in Decatur with the ‘ye

Lil’ ni**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 ni**as snitches so I gotta reroute it (Do or die)

A ni**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 ni**as 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 ni**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 ni**as in they place

Really just lapped every ni**a in the race

I really might tat, “Realest Ni**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 on good, go away”

Ain’t about to die with no money, I done gave it

“Money in the Grave” is a new song by Drake dropped June 14, 2019, via Republic Records. the Canadian rapper honors his favorite team Raptors with this new song after winning the title.

The track features a collaboration with Rick Ross.