文本歌词

Money in the Grave - Pascal Brice/Robert Khan
Lyrics by：Cydney Dade/Ljay Currie/AntonJoergensen/Aubrey Drake Graham/William Roberts
Composed by：Cydney Dade/Ljay Currie/AntonJoergensen/Aubrey Drake Graham/William Roberts
Yeah okay
Lil' CC on the beat mm
Yeah yeah
I mean where the f**k should I really even start
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my n***as '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 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 ya
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 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 f**k a n***a then she on to the next next
Really livin' large she in awe with a Mack
When you n***as thinkin' small in the mall with a rat rat
Roll with us if you really wanna get it get it
Go getter half a million in the Sprinter Sprinter
Phone ringin' b***hes know a big tipper tipper
I got the hookup and there's really no limit no limit
Dead broke is in you n***a DNA DNA
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' n***a just another state case
Bury my motherf**kin' Chase Bank time to bounce bounce
Gotta count up my allowance gotta count up my allowance
You n***as 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 n***as 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 n***as 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 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 ya