Money in the Grave

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 **** '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 **** 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 (Collect)

She fuck a ****, then she on to the next (Next)

Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack

When you **** 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 **** DNA (DNA)

Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé

Lil' ****, just another state case

Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)

Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)

You **** snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)

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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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