Drake ft. Rick Ross - Money in The Grave (Instrumental)
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- Drake ft. Rick Ross Money in The Grave Instrumental
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Produced by Asoteric, Ljay Currie & Cydney Christine
Drake would kill this beat tbh
@@gionnijimenez86 r/wooosh
Facts it should be dope with Rick Ross too🔥
Bruh. This beat do sound like a unknown producer made this lol. Drake type beat ft rick ross money in the grave
@@unknownspeeds he already did fool
Riseup Lmaooo I know but sounds like one of those cool beats made with loops
Bruh there's no way, you was that quick
it's easy, it's just a loop man
Jabree fax
I mean... The original song had the instrumental at the end.
That was quick lmao
Instrumentals should be free (for mixtape use only of course)
#keephiphopfree
Ok
When I die imma put Wi-Fi next to my grave so people will come to visit
Redfeather Sturdevant damn you good dude lol
Lmao
Ok boomer
@@mobwyd fuck outta here
😂😂
That Kawhi pic goes with the song idk why 😂😂
True
cuz Drake released the songs cuz the Raptors won a championship maybe, idk.
stefan mendes yeah maybe it's because of this reason , why did we not think of it ?
Yo that pic is iconic
Awesome work, but the kick/808 pattern is different at the start
He just Looped the ending lmao fym
then you make it ..........
@Clinton Marunyane you're obviously just bored, let's not do this for the sake of your better development lol
@Clinton Marunyane No, I quite simply refuse to entertain your ploy for attention. Best wishes on your next victim.
"When you die ima digg up your grave"
~Suave
damn this well made af
Bruh it is a loop
i feel like i heard this beat on youtube months ago
Same
CHINCHILLA 4000 g
CHINCHILLA 4000 yeah it’s ricflar drip 💧 type beats
Drezzy Prod link?
this guy killin it🖤
Leak the whole thang
God Bless you
A dollar and a dream
Anything you want
I can achieve it in my sleep
100k in cash
I need to stash it in my Jeep
Camouflage my lifestyle
The water above my knees
Massage my eyes down
Ship my casket oversees
Don’t mean to judge
But you have no case to plead
Don’t mean to budge
But get bread for cheese
If it involves a beef
Money on your head
Now witness the cease
Your life vanished
Now you’re decease
America has us on a leash
You too worried about paying the lease
Your attention span decreased
I’m taking over the game with ease
Put my money in the grave
That’s a life lesson that I teach..
Loso 2nicee that’s good bro
Loso 2nicee 🔥🔥🔥
Nice
Loso 2nicee Average.
Loso 2nicee Never mind some lines are actually bars.
"what it do babyyyy"
Good beats
When I die put my money in the grave,
Nowadays yeah yeah I know im so great,
still young but im never doing playdates,
Spitting fire like a fucking AK
47 but im 17 this day.
Ain't nobody is getting in my way.
If you an opp then you might wanna go pray.
100% real to this day.
And when Im dead im rich in the own grave
And ain't nobody is stopping me,
To become an a list celebrity,
Its not even worth calling security,
Cause I ain't slowing down for the enemy.
I just wanna roll in a benzo,
I just wanna get pleased by my hoe,
Yeah I got a few cause im never friend zoned.
They always say im black but its not my skin tone.
People wanna be in my shoes,
Cause I have a lot to gain but a lot to loose.
I had good grades so I had a lot to choose.
My mom and dad is getting paid ain't nothing new.
I making remix fuck all my own songs,
A lot of people used to tell me I was wrong,
Im the best of the rap game im among.
Its all hits I never mix call me Lebron,
Im making moves but im not getting paid,
So when I get it its gonna get saved,
Ain't flexing on nobody no way,
So when I die put my money in the grave.
Nowadays yeah yeah I know im so great,
still young but im never doing playdates,
Spitting fire like a fucking AK
47 but im 17 this day.
Ain't nobody is getting in my way.
If you an opp then you might wanna go pray.
100% real to this day.
And when Im dead im rich in the own grave
Simple and effective
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keeping in the dark
I got my niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat, "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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
[Rick Ross:]
Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)
She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)
Really living large, she in awe with a mack
When you niggas thinking 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, bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)
I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)
Dead broke is in you niggas' DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the 'ye
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfucking Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (Do or die)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't living, so bury mine with me
Ross got it! (Maybach Music)
[Drake:]
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat, "Realest Nigga" 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 you
shit slaps ngl
soundcloud.com/user-870442467/money-in-the-grave-remix
FRPZYG YT man that was some doo doo
@@frpzygyt9987 what is the quality lol
Favorite 👌
That shit 🔥🔥🔥🔥 BRUH
1.5 speed is fire 🔥
dope video
nice vide
great sound
dope work
Is it g to use this non commercial?
I really gotta put a couple demons in they place,
You fuckd up.. cruel sun to the face,
Rhitta so big that it reaches to my waist,
esstarosa caught a glimps of this fade,
Prince baby Maradona
Sono un'icona
Scudetto del Colosseo
Rispetta la corona
Quando muoio portami
A rione monti roma
Uno per i soldi sporchi
Due per la gloria
Sono un fuori di testa
Fuori dalla moda
Mi sento come ronaldinho
al Barcellona
Pensavi la mia musica fosse morta
Esco fuori a sorpresa come il karma quando torna
Bing bang perché ho creato il vostro swag
(Godman)Ho creato il vostro slang
Ti schiaccio addosso come Mr 23
(Godman)Nello spazio spacejam
Ya Ya
Sto volando come le luci del jet
Dark Side freesta bella per esse mag
Sul beat sono il più spietato
Bella per sap
La tua ragazza è brutta in culo come mag
Silenziatori nn fanno rumore bang bang
Caricatori stesi per ognuno della gang
Dpg ricchi e famosi come calciatori
Nel locale circondati dai buttafuori
Kiki do you love me dimmi se stai giu me
Questi rapper sembrano tavole da surf
Perché vogliono cavalcare questa wave
Fanno gli amici ma in realtà sono Heater
Fanculo gli amici perché sono un monumaker
Tanti problemi baby sono un triplemaker
Fratelli di strada vendono scaglie di pesce
Nn puoi fare bang bang con un teaser
Mi continuo a chiedere che cosa vuoi da me
Nn voglio favori nn ho bisogno di te
Ricorda il giorno che morirò come un re
Metto i soldi nella bara perché sono ancora i miei
Mi continuo a chiedere che cosa vuoi da me
Nn voglio favori nn ho bisogno di te
Ricorda il giorno che morirò come un re
Metto i soldi nella bara perché sono ancora i miei
aspettando Dark Boys Club
🔥🔥🔥
Chillin in is where I stay
I be smoking on the hay
We all eat , music on repeat go and watch me leap
The best believe
Winners win , back in my benz
Homies telling me where I been
Tellem I'm going real far
Going 120 in a car
King for king #momentum #kobe #la #kobe#nike
Maybach Music
I mean where tf should I really ev-oh I found it ,money in the grave instrumental
Can't take it with me now so ima take it to to my grave you already know there's more to b made.
Can't take it with me now so ima take it to my grave anything theses good fella wanna say.
Can't take it with me then so ima make it before my grave there is so much all this would be hard to save
Could I take it with me now got these diamonds on my chain guess it's all the same.
Y’all too dam quick lol
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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, okay
Lil CC on the beat, mmm
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Drake]
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my niggas '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
[Chorus: Drake]
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
[Verse 2: Drake]
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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)
She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
When you niggas 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 nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
Ross got it (Maybach Music)
[Chorus: Drake]
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
FLAMESSSSS
0.75 speed tho...
last time i listen to a comment :/ lol
When I die , put my ashes inna benz
Realist nigga out the city , all offense
Off the chain , on my mama , yeah im him
Fuck the opps , hell nah , no amends
Free smoke , free smoke , free smoke
Fell in love with some hoes ion know
Summer heat , mayweather with the ROPES !
-Jawz
Back and forth from different places getting hard to remember
Tired being fuck over bouta grab up on the lever
Cold nights no dinner no sweater
Brother doing fed time haven't seen em in forever
Real blood running through my veins
Swear these pussies ain't ever felt my pain
Talking bout hype but their stories they be plain
They ain't with the drama pull up on em they be like we was playing
Two shots from both ends in the brain
Yeah, okay
Lil CC on the beat, mmh
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Drake]
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my niggas '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
[Chorus: Drake]
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
[Verse 2: Drake]
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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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
when realized how simple the beats actually are in mordern rap songs
silas da silva yeah but beside black people no one had the balls to smash a banger of it those simple beats.
@@isaaspirit9895 ?????? da fuck
I'm remixing ♥️♥️♥️🤗🤗🤗
yo what key is this in
this beat sound like Ric flair drip
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
Ross got it (Maybach Music)
I was rapin
Try to fuck wit my money imma put u in a grave, got bundles for the shovel got lasers for the aim, never gonna fumble cuz we play a different game, yall late to the huddle so just give me my respect, cuz every phone call, is just another check, ringing on my line is like calling me collect
can this be use for non profit?
Jay Lovez no
Yes
Jay Lovez yea
0:19
You know I keep my money in the grave,
Body bags stayin zipped cause the chopper sprayed,
I don’t give a fuck about yo life homie I’m just tryna get paid,
Get laid, posted with a model in a wraith,
Growin hella kush but never caught up in a raid, don’t get it twisted homie These aren’t yo fuckin braids,
I’m not seein colour but the masses be fuckin slaves,
Time to wake up people smell the fuckin bacon and the eggs,
Yuh , yuh , yuh, yuh,yuh , yuh , yuh yuh, yuh yuh, yuh , yuh
Second verse hit you like a hearse get bodied with the flow,
Sick rhymes , ill lines but still keep it real on the low,
Schizophrenic with the mimics for you daughters I’m coming fo’
This just got a little dark , catch me in the park waitin for those lil hoes,
If you watch the channel 6 news you can watch live as it unfolds,
Uncovering the bodies from the pond with the fishies and the toads
Can I use this beat only for non profit on CZcams?
Here in PA vaping on the legal/
So paramount they gonna play me in the regal/
Birdgang bitch fucc I know bout a seagull/
See me in street see me on da block/
See me in da club the drip don’t stop/
Ever go toe to toe glock to glock just to see who head pop/ 💨💨
Change that snare to a clap then u got it
Let's go Kawhi
yo can i use and post this beat or nah
same
Yeah, okay b
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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
1
What preset is that synth
He probably just sampled it from the outro of the original song
Im drop'n a remix to this on friday fosho fosho. You can find it on my soundcloud @ Lil Ian C !!
Is this copyrighted?
Tyflow no
Yeah, okay Lil CC on the beat, mmm Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Drake] I mean, where the fuck should I really even start? I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark I got my niggas '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 [Chorus: Drake] When I die, put my money in the grave I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place Really just lapped every nigga in the race I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 [Verse 2: Drake] 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 niggas wanna swap Niggas 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 [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect) She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next) Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack When you niggas 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 nigga DNA (DNA) Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé Lil' nigga, just another state case Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce) Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance) You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it) A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me Ross got it (Maybach Music) [Chorus: Drake] When I die, put my money in the grave I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place Really just lapped every nigga in the race I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
copyright?
I mean were the fuck should I really even start
When i inter this industry you’ll be gone
You look like some one nobody can trust
You are fired cos I’m the boss
No one heard you come back you are lost
Michel on bus on a train or a flight
Michel need a daddy don’t think twice
I load my gun you can count
Every bullet i shot this round
I’m pissed this time
I’m who i am you are not
This is true story it made me hard
Don’t fuck with the wolf you fucked
If coebandz die Put them racks In og hands
Please dont ask me why Cause I know she ain't have shit man
hi
i made a mix tape of this comment if i should post it ???
PEOPLE ARE FUCKING QUICK
Put some money in ya grave, hey, better be hearing what I say, or I’m coming with the toy and ya know I don’t play, wait, mask on my face like I’m bout to rob train, that outlaw shit make you empty out a safe, we can dodge duck jakes, we gon blow mad cake, go white girl white girl like it’s your birthday, but she need to get a sitter, even on the sunny day I’m still so bitter, I put money on ya head with a smiley face sticker and the new dude you got ain’t ever touch a trigger, but I still fuck wit cha yeah I still fuck cha, and that’s without rubbers, I’ll be sliding in ya DMs ducking dodging under covers, but you don’t really want that jeopardy, I take pic with the hit men next to me, easily I flex on Gs
Thank me later:
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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
[Verse 2: Drake]
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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (Next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
When you niggas 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 nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
Ross got it (Maybach Music)
[Chorus: Drake]
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
Why the fuck should I really even rap,
This shit is easy, one motion, it's a snap,
I don't care about your deuces or your daps,
I don't care about your hitters or your straps,
You ain't shot shit gotta 45 just ta decorate your lap,
Sixxty Rose let it slap wit the bass,
They ain't even gotta hit, get yo ass on base,
I'm Sosa wit the wood at the plate,
Yo life ain't worth puttin tats on my face,
In the next life I'm tryna stay payed,
When I die put my money in the grave,
Fun guy
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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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
Can I email you ?
When I poop I poop red please oh please somebody come save I feel laced, I think I poop blood I can feel the taste, yup it's blood holy shit I can see me in grace, somebody please come save, all day all day I been sittin down, all day all day I feel I need to lay down , my stomach hurts so bad I fart so loud you can hear it from the next town, I frown I frowned, million of dollars down the drain just to drown, I poop red like I said like I said fuck oh fuck I think I'm going in the grave coming from the Dead.
quando eu morrer metam a minha guita num cemiterio
tou a tentar tornar este assunto serio
julgado tipo que tou a andar num ministerio
Acusado de nao ser o gajo mais sincero
Esta mensagem atravessa o oceano
Em rios de guita e mares de dinheiro
Esta mensagem e para o meu mano
Onde unidos tomamos conta desse Reino
Diz me o que e que queres ouvir a seguir
Sera cultura educaçao ou pussy money weed
Bitches so querem pegar o mais badi da street
Eu prefiro ser o mais badi neste beat
Meu mano diz me quantas noites tantas
Dizem Santas fumam plantas rimas, cantas,
Rimas espantas Vidas implantas
KHNUM english
ted ed
LancCityLo with the south side flow
Bout to show ya how this six string go
Fender Gibson Tele on the show
Money in the grave so so cold
whats the bpm
Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect) She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next) Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack When you niggas 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 nigga DNA (DNA) Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé Lil' nigga, just another state case Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce) Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance) You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it) A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me Ross got it (Maybach Music)
Cot Damn!
Running in this shit.
They can call me the graveyard
I just gaze far.
Skeletons on the trigger mark
Never trip a bit,
But you slip (whoa)
Had enough?
And im mad enough
Yank your spine then i rip it up
Call it richochet
Ricky cheese with a bag today
Ring my phone up when I dial your number push the button twice when you hear me wonder why your girl call I'll let know when I'm finished with her
Is this copyrighted
Gurkanator _ the original is...this is not his beat lol...
I'm so hungry for a rap career I feel weak,pain my hands on a stove top my skins shedding off I see darkness in the area I'm in your so stupid ur never gonna be shit an aggarvated voice says sometime is holding me back on this railroad track I'm getting warnings anxious its getting more complicated my ears are ringing running swiftly from those teeth sharp like vines I wanted to leave deep down in my soul. negative energy trying to get me been told so much eating way, blood stains dripping heavy rainfall coming out my eyes shifting. Joyful tears finally got I wanted nothing but working I hope for a concert. Open up the closet like where to go bastard. Aggravation and frustration I am getting madder. theirs multiple it's hard to decide like should I eat healthier my mind is hurting throw the pencil like got damn I really need some helpers but I say forget it cause I'll find it right cause its within me and this stupid dum ass life I'm the chosen one. dont even know what's going on. Like why I’m even here. Feel worth nothing like when I was on that railroad track a lot of fear
stranger things
way too fast !! 🤦🏾♂️🤦🏾♂️
Sono un altro ragazzo che lo vuole fare
Sotto quel palazzo vieni ad aspettare
Giri strani di gironi infernali
Non giri nei quartieri dove prima stavi (brbrbrbr)
Ora so certo che il rispetto si guadagna
Avere cento euro non te lo ripaga
Sono faccie della stessa medaglia
Ma nessuno te lo dice in strada
Non ascolto finti scemi nono
Mi dicevi no non scendi nono
Non si usa non ci credi nono
Chiedi scusa ma tu dove eri
Adesso so cosa voglio
Rimepiri di soldi il mio portafoglio
No regole no non sento
Non hablo con chi perde il mio tempo
Sono il meglio della scena
Tu tappati la bocca
Con la mia penna scrivo su una cazzo di tomba
L flow racconta storie da una ronda
Vivo per dire cosa cazzo mi circonda ratata
##💯✅🖖☝Ⓜ
This isnt right
I think it is
@@unknownspeeds nah 1:25 just sounds the same
Ok
got a couple plans
where I get a glance of the fame
Its a damn shame
cuz it all sounds the same
proclaim the ballgame to get a counterclaim
he was weak as they come
Plumb Plum front all upstop drop and roll
let your boy get some of that dough
aux coming up the stereo
though we were kool
friendship goes back School
guess I was a fool
preschool an shit
But times a bitch
you're developing a twitch
where u been
its been too long
made u forget
who u put on
this a new song
tied to the mob
tied to the ground
i made one for u and ur girl
i know u both in the sheets
we in the streets
this a heist thing
this a go home flow
i know u forgot
i made it to ur funeral
this a shout to the fam
i remember
put the money and the gun in my hand
spirit reaching me now and days
to be
be and to fake it
now it pays
i made a collect
no more time for skrillex
only time for killers x
til we make more groupies
pop more pills
for the sex
this is for the stress
we call it blood
u call it blue
i call it blown
life on the mirror
i know urs broke
i set fam ur way
did u get the check
fashion
did u get the check
this a club thing
i know u dont pop thangs
i know u aint hood
i know we will kill ur mom
i know we would kill ur mom
thought u was real
did u forget
singers dont rap
this same for the strings showing out her back
i kept my promise
i killed the old school
future is still new
im original
collecting her press
to make her headlines
dead time
i know my touch time
same way i made gold mine
octobers very own
oh man
u forgot the throne
had to send madonna
to kill ur mom
this a new owner feel
i can see the congratulations
from the women u put on my field
for me deal
u forgot the we
i can keep u sealed
duck tape
fuck tape
i bust tape
when i visit tradition
black and white
is still the same
make her know
the difference
between the drugs i give her to kill her
and the candy paint
this is fame
this is fate
since 98
i been in love with the devil
this a family thang
send her to take u
Make u
I'm talking perfect frame
Movie Star
Hall Of Fame
Whole Family Plan
No kill
Only for the thrill
since my first demo
i can only perform at bonnaroo
they in touch with buddha
since alive
and technologic
im feeling real mafia
without the gun
you should the one
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
Übersetzen in: Deutsch
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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 gav
Yeah, okay
Lil' CC on the beat, mmm
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Drake]
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my niggas '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
Drake:]
Yeah, okay
'Lil CC, on the 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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat, "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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
[Rick Ross:]
Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)
She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)
Really living large, she in awe with a mack
When you niggas thinking 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, bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)
I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)
Dead broke is in you niggas' DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the 'ye
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfucking Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (Do or die)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't living, so bury mine with me
Ross got it! (Maybach Music)
[Drake:]
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat, "Realest Nigga" 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 you
[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, okay
Lil CC on the beat, mmm
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 1: Drake]
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my niggas '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
[Chorus: Drake]
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
[Verse 2: Drake]
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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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
[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)
She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
When you niggas 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 nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
Ross got it (Maybach Music)
[Chorus: Drake]
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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
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 niggas '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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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 niggas wanna swap
Niggas 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 nigga, then she on to the next (next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a Mack
When you niggas 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 (no limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yay
Lil' nigga, just another state case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (so I gotta reroute it)
A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas in they place
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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