Money In The Grave (feat. Rick Ross)

Yeah, okay

Lil' CC on the beat, hmm

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 **** 'cross the street living large

Thinking back to the fact that they dead

Thought my raps wasn't facts till 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 **** in they place

Really just lapped every **** in the race

I really might tat "Realest ****" 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 **** wanna swap

**** 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

She fuck a ****, then she on to the next

Really living large, she in awe with a mack

When you **** thinkin' small in the mall with a rat

Roll with us if you really wanna get it

Go get a half a million in the Sprinter

Phone ringing, bitches know a big tipper

I got the hookup and there really no limit

Dead broke is in you ****' DNA

Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay

Lil' ****, just another state case

Bury my motherfucking Chase Bank, time to bounce!

Gotta count up my allowance

You **** snitches, so I gotta reroute it

A **** dripping like I got a zillion dollars

Got the trap jumping like Zion when I rebound it

Then I'm out, and I'll never talk about it

The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest

Rich **** and I'm really being modest

'Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist

Want the 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 **** ain't living, so bury mine with me, Ross got it!

When I die, put my money in the grave

I really gotta put a couple **** in they place

Really just lapped every **** in the race

I really might tat "Realest ****" 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