ฟังเพลงMoney in the Grave

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