Sai che sto sto solo con i miei Morirò da ricco money in the grave Senti questo flow segui questa wave Io sono amazon tu sei e-bay Stai cadendo in basso e io sto andando up Dici che sposti quei pacchi ma mi sembra cap Sai che pull uppiamo te e la tua gang 00139 sai che è questo il cap Hey, sai che sto con il mio dawg Che gira un'altra canna e pensa di essere snoop dogg E stavo sempre a chigi stavo sempre al top Saluto i miei fratelli bella pe riad e zibo (On the gang) Sai che sto sto solo con i miei Morirò da ricco, money in the grave Senti questo flow, segui questa wave Io sono amazon, tu sei e-bay Con i miei bro ci prenderiamo tutto quanto Vedi de calmatte stai a fa troppo il matto Flow spaziale 10k Audi bianca non chiedo scusa pensa di essere speciale ma è solo un illusa hey Quello che tu non hai io ce l'ho Cazzo bro ma che cosa stai dicendo Ho parlato con la morte ma ero un po' fatto quindi non ho capito che ha detto
ntro: 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 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) 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
Yeah, okay Lil' CC on the beat, mm 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 ya 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 getter, 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 up my allowance (gotta count up 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 ya
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 Přeložit do jazyka: čeština
Lil' CC on the beat, mm 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 ya 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 getter, 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 up my allowance (gotta count up 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 y
[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 [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
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
[قسمت اول : حسام تیام] همه محو ریتم من فریک بس که چیدم من تو سطح هی رپ میکنم بگو از هیچی بلد رپ تو نی قشنگ حک شه کلماتم تو مخم پرسه میزنم تا بیاد فصل چیدنم انقد می خونم صدام برسه گوش همتون بدخوامو جنازشو چال میکنیم توی برهوت دست کم نگیرید یه وقت ابلهو زور قلمو که باهاش باطل میشه کرد طلسم معبدو میشه گلستون با رپم اتیش ابراهیم چشامم نبینه میبینم با دیده منتالیم قلب من آهنه نمونده ازم دیگه ادراکی همشون ازم دور میشن تا حسام میرسه پا میک نداری طاقت زور قلم منو اونی که زورش میچربه ادبه نه کلت با داداشام روشن کردیم مشعل رپو حالا حالا هم دست ما میمونه نه تو تهران واسه اونه که خورده تو کوچه هاش زخم هر کی توش با ما بچه میشه روزگار تلخ براش هر کی کسشر بگه بد رفیقامو بخواد میکنمش اشنا فیسشو با کون کاردم قبلا کشتن ارومم میکرد الان ادبیات کلمه ها میگیرن حقمو از این عوضی ها معنویات بودش مسیر جلوم راهزن همش میزاشت تهران خاک میشم و تا ابدم اینجام Infinity Song 'Hater's Anthem' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [قسمت دوم : امین تیجی] Yeah اگه rat ای داری کدورتی حل نمیشه chat ای یهو تو کوچتیم (Paow) میشی یتیم، نباشی شکایتی میبندیم کتی که بازه شراکتی برید side ببندید، من حذف نمیشم این جا opps ماپس با دندون مزه میشن هر چی میزنن کاجم کج نمیشم آخه فلو هام رایمامم گنجه دورم پر میلفن نیستم پدوفیلد من گفتم اینا فولن فیکن فیلمن نمیکنم فیلم من گفتم اینجا شمرونه حوالیمون تیر پرت Grrr baow میشه بهت هرچی بخوام حواسم فقط نیستش حواسم اگه بشه پک رو یهو میشه هوا سم فتا زده خطامون منم رد تماس من رپم یه طلاس همه از اول حراس داشتن از مقصد پروازم پی در و بستم ول کردم من یه در باز ترپ کردم کت باز ترک زدم پشمات کف تهران میدم فقط فتوا بی رحم تر از وایکینگ بیا اینجا ببین فنام میگن فقط ماییم کینگ چیلم تر از نایکی خونم تو اندرزگو ولی پامه جردن دنبال لوک اجرام و نزدیکای سولدت پس نخونین از گنگ همین جاعه قدرت [قسمت سوم : تیام] قسم به غصه پدر قسم به اشکای مادر استخون مرده هات و میگام واسی سر راهم تلنگر پیامم برا توعه که هنوز خوابی تی ام و جاودان خطاب میکنم برس به اگاهی میخوام رک بگم کری میخوایی زنگ بزن به پلیس تا هوا روشنه و نشده هوا گرگ و میش ماها دیوونه ایم نمیادش کسی بال ما زندگیم برکتش وجود داداشام من رو قله های الفا بودم کل مسیرمو الان تازه داری میزاری پا رو جاپاهام میزارم ایست بازرسی کف به جا پلیس چشا سفید سفیده کس خار نفازولین شما خایه شو ندارین توی چشام نگا کنین فلو وا میکنه بگو ملاتونین می رسم به تهش بی خیال مانع ها میگن ارثیه گندست انقد که لا پاته خودم رپرم تو محلی که مهد کاسباست تی ام ریله داداشی تهرونم که مال ماعه ازش بخونین باز بدین جواب پس بهم وجودمون واسش داداش مثل جواز کسبه خودم کس در باغم ولی بیتام چغه فلوم پوسی پوسی پوسی کندالجنر تراپی تراپی تراپی نانس فلو میزنم های کلاسیک باشه تهرانه مهد بگایی تکی سوخت میگیرم گر چه زیادیم ماها اعتیاد داریم شما لنگ چیایین انشالا ورود میزنیم برادر شب شه میاییم [قسمت چهارم : تیام] یه جور رپ میکنم برات انگار همزاد بیگیم اگه رپر نبودم میخوردم ابد و چند پرونده ادم ربایی خوردش بهم نودو هشت نود و نه افتاد تو کثافت و باتلاق متا من تو سیاهیم خدا اگه راه داره درار دستمه راه داره زمانبنده اب دادن یواش هر کی داره میاد بالا روی جا پامه الان کف تهرونم دست اوله تی ام نونش خلافه بخورده دستبند فوله فنا میگانت با کامنت هشتگ حسین دستت خایه هام دستم اُلگ
[Drake] Yeah, okay Lil' CC on the beat, mmm Yeah, yeah [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]
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 [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 [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) [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 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
SLYNGAZ I’m listening👀 but if you wanted to monetize it, this beat is copyrighted and I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t gotten taken down yet, but you could give it a shot
Money In The Grave (Strofa 1) M port e sord rind a bar, bro chest nun è a gar, e si po foss già l’avessa vint Nient nemic immaginarij, o saj si m part a capat ric o nomm e pur l’indirizz. Pav a pizz, liev o piezz a sott o ment, pav o pizz ogni tot ro mes, vai in esauriment, Sord sott o paviment, sord rind e valigett Lievc o dayton, a stu riccon, cuopr a targ ngopp o staffon. Tu ancor, crir ca fann fint E t crir ca ccà e criminal so chill buon P me n’omm e chill ca port a famigl annanz sul iss Senz e sord ro spacc e pur senza fa e kill. Registr o videoclip cu De caprij O prossim beat mo fa ludovic enaud Nun stong cu salm, però si c faj cas Ogni vot ca rapp, 90 m e applaus. O lat e ccà ntim e sord, nun simm mai jut all’estr Nun cio putimm prmettr. Vuj tnit sord e machin, facit e sord facil, e sparat nde fest.
Im not impress3d with success im impressed by people helping those with less getting from better to best Becoming Faithful in the little To be futurelee blessed Poplok caliwest im your huckleberry up in this wild wild west
Why the fuck should I really even rap, This shit is easy, one motion, it's a snap, I don't care about you deuces are your daps, I don't care about your hitters or your straps, You ain't shot shit gotta 45 just ta decorate your lap, Julian let it slap wit the bass, They ain't even gotta hit yet get yo ass on base, Nah I'm playin, go away, Yo body ain't worth a tat on my face, In the next life I'm tryna stay payed, When I die put my money in the grave,
You don’t hear me On the radio, playbar Kill minutes So I put it in a graveyard You don’t see me on the video Cool though Kill hours So they wrote it on a tombstone
never try every mission get completed here/ presence fly lookin like i bought fleet of deer/ both poles with the flow bitch i'm feezin/ thats the reason i can vanish for a season and then reappear (reappear)/ high stakes like a weeded steer (steer)/ no bird box nigga i can see the fear/ thats ur chick? why she gasp when she see ya / tryna keep her face hidden face like is Daft Punk or Sia here (huh?)/ peep the vibes niggas know my energy is clear/ if people try let em know my inner G is near/ blind deaf to the laws I don't see or hear/no doubt, don't speak, middle fingers clear(fucc em)/ treatin snitchin like it's treason here/ Ben stein drip nigga you can see it clear/ never really got the praise of a star, but everybody knows my name from the bars i don't need the Cheers (cheers)/ still murk niggas wild I juss keep it low/ still birthed a new style like a fetus hoe/ Giles Corey allegory for weed i'mma keep my chest stoned til i suffocate from reefer smoke/ Spanish witch do Santeria when the demons close/ have a lame nigga lookin seen a ghost (ghost)/ and she get freaky as Adina when i need a dose/ t shirt and panties sendin pictures I don't mean to boast (sorry)/ I juss quote how it is bruh/ like an Oz of dope I'm the Wiz bruh/ in the know like I'm Hermes or Thoth/ start a muthafuccin cult and just coast on charisma(yup)/ who this nigga think he is bruh (huh?)/ who this nigga think he is huh (huh?)/ Jc, but I understand the mix ups/ cuz if you ask your chick she gone tell you Mr Big Stuff/ mad coy never front or make a big fuss/ bad boy as a youngin taking big puffs/ beamed up flyin saucers from the slave ship/ cleaned up snap a picture when my wave hit/ when dreams cut and they get me out the martix/ King Tut put my riches in the grave bitch......
Here you go... Lyrics__ 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
Go hard or go home Lord use me up Lord kill me if I don't preach the gospel I'm still in my 20's- but I'll die if I got to Already dead- so forget my flesh I done been crossed over see the full court press I'm a full court mess if the lord don't use me Running from my trials thinkin everythangs groovy If the cross don't move me then I don't wanna breath no mo If I ain't seeing christ potna I don't wanna see no mo Rep every day withouth worrying about bruising I been to china mayne I seen some real persecution If u didn't know em would ya life look the same Can they tell you value jesus by the way you rep his name? Man what's the point of living if I'm living for myself Lord empty out my life before I put you on the shelf so for God I got hard I don't' wanna die tonight It's too many people living who ain't heard about my christ Go hard or go home Lord use me up Went to asia had to duck and hide-for sharin my faith They tell me water it downwhen I get back to states They say tone the music down you might sell a lot a records But it's people out here dying and none of em heard the message Took my wifey on mission trip central america Shared her testimony 40 people stood and stared at her When she said jesus shoulda seen it was insane cause 40 out of 40 never heard of jesus name Aw mayne we ain't focused on the war we just kickin it Worried bout our image and our space up on the internet Take me out the game coach I don't wanna play no mo If can't give it all I got and leave it out there on the court Thank you for the grace for the will and the desire Got me Living for your glory stead of living to retire But I pray I'll never tire of going hard for messiah I don't need no motivation you the reason I'm inspired Go hard Go home, go hard Go home That's what that is baby That what that mean That what that mean That what that is baby That what that mean That what that mean Wha-what that mean? That mean that we, should be out up in ok streets Not just in houses with our bible's summrizing what we read Man this ain't deep (man this ain't deep) Why we ain't doing what we read It's like we sleep (it's like we sleep) But sinners sleepwalk when they sleep So why can't we (so why can't we) The redeemed of the lord Act out, what he said And make a scene for the lord Action-cut, say what, like we was the director But you better get a grip like movie sets, and get to stepping (martin) I know you done it Da-done it, da-done-and heard it all You was going hard for the lord before you heard this song But don't play yourself to save ya self And walk in fear Scripture's like a mirror The truth is closer than it appears
Now that's a banger, and a really felt story, those words on the net maybe don't seem that important as I want to put them but for real I wish you'll record it. Even I should read it to make sure I didn't miss some bars, GG friend!
This remake is not bad but the triple kicks are too early and when drake starts rapping on the hook, the melody or whatever is silenced or filtered not sure
Ripping off my mask quick Listing off some past shit I had a plan of getting off this planet I used to be a bad man a man of lies Til I broke down with hands to sky Didn’t believe in God but told him I had plans to die The world was full of evil and I sadly cried Stuck the needle in and slammed it dry Woke up in the morning and man my eyes Leaking out tears I couldn’t stand me guys All the damn lies I told and the cut family ties And friends I lost to the insanity trieD To take me out just wait me out I was so fucking broken Hoping cars would just take me out That came out of me had my mind Since then I’ve had to climb Which leads me to a savage grind I was hopeless and chose taking my life Since then GODS been making me fight
Scrivo questo testo perché tanto sto a casa Spamma questo singolo dai su fai la brava Ti passo un bavaglino che ti scende la bava Non siete trap se comprate Balenciaga Mo che fanno tutti freesta Si aggiunge anche Marco allunga la lista Fra ti dó una pista, tieni la dista Beccati sto dito, il terzo da sinistra Tieni il tuo culo sul divano Che cazzo esci? Vuoi finir come Milano? Fra ti credi furbo, ti becchi qualche insulto Esci dal comune, aspetti che la multo Tutta questa scena si fra mi commuove Lavati le mani contro il Covid 19 Ogni giorno ci son leggi nuove Ma ho sempre la tua tipa pronta per il 69 Dove? Si compra l’Amuchina Almeno quando esci metti la mascherina La tua tipa barboncina Mandiamolo a fanculo sto virus Made in Cina Sparo un’altra barra Ti metto quarentena Fra non sei mica Marra Sparati un altra sega Apri la tua finestra Fuori c’è l’orchestra E ribeccati sto dito, il terzo destra
When I die throw some money in the coffin. Tight. Now I'm alive so it's in my pocket. Not to much for conversation. Rocket in my pocket. And I'll cock it you sure you REALLY. Wanna meet the grave. No way. I get it and go. Give and go like I'm allen to singletary. On the contrary by any means necessary. Practice what I preach. Throw some money in the coffin
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.
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drake and rick ross- money in the grave (instrumental) 0:16 - 0:19 like how, the fuck, should i, really even start imma killa and i shoot in the dark fuck all ya niggas couldn’t do they part i got guns and they silence when they spark i got cash and i hit it with a beam my boys always drummed stay mean they will always take one for the team they never did me wrong AND THATS ON ME verse 1: i got hittas that be pullin on triggas and we aint monkey we gorillas ya blind ya aint see when the bullet hitch ya thats a bird thats a plane nah thats my hitta like YG thats my nigga yuh all ya nigas know how to play but ya still cant find ya own lane when i see the pigs i shootem in dey face u 19 she 12 u really trynna catch a case big house 30 doors thats my place all ya haters in my face my guys move ya out my way i cut that bitch in my place i pay 10k for that vase ya screamin fuck u BUT I SATY WITA DRUM TO verse: 2 i know imma chill nigga big smoker imma stoner no smell she cute bet i clone her turn her ass bust down gave me boner thats mah bitch my bitch not a loner but im chillin feelin vibin see no stoppin that my cap no dont stop it NOW GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE im doin part time thats just my vibe im cursing 190 i dont stop i dont care but i let that beat drop i told you girl bust or gimme top how’d i do? remix headass 😂😂😂
Alfa freestyle testo È vero faccio faccio pop e vengo dal freestyle Tu dici che stai al top ma sopra un bonsai Ti puoi giusto vantare sopra spotify Si però quando fai live quanti sputi fai Appena fai qualcosa sperano che floppi Applaudono agli artisti quando sono morti Che tutti voglion fare kanye sulla porche Ma a rappare sono cani e porci Dai serio vattene davvero Giovane talento in cantera io cantero Dici di essere vero però non ti crediamo Dici di essere fresco ma per me non sei in grado E non hai il disco d'oro perché io prima dell'album sarò una persona d'oro in mezzo a tutto sto fango ma questi che fanno i fatti dimmi te che fatti fanno ma esce una mina ad ottobre perciò per ora non parlo. Ai miei tempi ti mando al collegio era una minaccia adesso credo piaccia E mi basta una frase per dire siete avanzi e basta direi che basta e avanza ciao
I mean where. Should I. Even. Fart. I got mud butt and I gotta shart, but I'm scared is gon rip my butt apart, and I'm out with my girl and her friends to the club plus we all packed up in a car.
I got problems That Iam keeping deep inside Bought a car I ain’t even got to drive yet All these drugs Now I start to feel the side effects Hi tec drink Got me on lean Mix it up good A lot of sauce in cup Screaming money ain’t a thing While Iam tossing it up
*Not the lyrics I replaced Rick Ross' part 'cause I wasn't feelin' it tbh* 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 to 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 and 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 Between us niggas at the top, you don't have a place Yeah, you really thought fucking with me was safe? I can place a bounty on your head, I know your face Then while you be runnin' and be trippin' on your lace My niggas be tellin' me that they had closed the case So watch for your ass dawg, cause you ain't really safe You better not diss a real nigga like me, Especially that you have been ridin' on my wave You been tryna be like me since you was born Everybody wanna be like me, yeah, that's known Even when they don't got a 4th of what I own And their bitches be waitin' and hopin' that I'd phone Ain't no nigga be talkin' to me with a tone I don't see no niggas when I'm in my fuckin' zone Though, I see my following has really grown I can only have certain niggas at my home I really can't let them motherfuckers just be 'Cause I know that they wanna replace me They wanna take my Rollies and my Benz and be free They think that they can get away from me They thinkin' that they really brave Wanna brake into the batcave, huh? ...Well I ain't as rich as Bruce Wayne I'm way richer, so I told 'em 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 Some parts may sound like they don't fit within a bar if you know what I mean but if I rap it in real life I make it work fr 🔥
Fanculo questa troia, ho una donna tra le lenzuola Questa prima odia, adesso me lo chiede in gola Sul palco siamo tutti, sembra di restare in zona Mi vesto come voglio, fanculo tutta sta moda Fanculo la mia scuola Un fanculo a per chi mi odia Un fanculo a chi parla male e poi mi tagga nella storia Fanculo a chi ti dice “non farlo”, tu invece prova Sta vita è una sola, per farlo basta mezz’ora E non ci credo Ma è un po’ che non ti vedo Ma se tornassi indietro non cambierei mai sentiero Spero tu stia meglio, non lo so ma me lo chiedo Un’altra che mi accendo sperando faccia davvero Ma più passa del tempo, st’effetto lo sento meno Stai meno su insta magari fai schifo meno Io resto chiuso in stanza bevendo qualche pensiero Io lotto contro l’ansia, ho questo testo come siero E lo faccio davvero E lo faccio davvero L’ho detto sempre a tutti Voglio tutto e non lo chiedo E lo faccio davvero E lo faccio davvero Sempre con gli stessi bro sin dal giorno zero E lo faccio davvero E lo faccio davvero È inutile parlarmi, ho la scala verso il cielo E lo faccio davvero E lo faccio davvero Dividiamo il pane non c’importa mangiar meno
You can cook a steak on this beat i swear
A whole breakfast 😂
The whole McDonald's menu
Three course meal
Cause it’s 🔥
Fuck up
This is the most accurate remake. Done in 15hrs since the song dropped. IMPRESSIVE
I mean CZcams recognized this as the actual song. Not common with remakes 🔥🔥🔥
Bro all he had to do was put drums on it, he already had the melody loop from the last part of the song smh
1 year later
De rompe y raja ese beat brutal...
Pppppppp)7⅞17¹#⅞
These hi-hats are so satisfying for some reason
POLYBiUS I thought I was the only one
ikr if you want the sample you can download immamusic moguls remake pack
prolly because of the velocity changes
Cos lil cc let it slap wit da bass🔥
This beat inspired me for many beats. TOP !!!
The best instrumental I ever heard In my entire life
🔥🔥🔥🔥
This beat was the producer first ever beat too, it’s crazy.
Listen to more music plz 💯
@@Anthonyfromthablockcan’t have been their first, maybe first published
Im here for the satisfying OpenHatss🔥🔥🔥
Lil CC can cook shit up 🔥
Funky funky funky! You lyric writers...keep it coming!
I aced a school project over this, and I used it in front of my principle
Nice
Me too
Wait how
Legendary 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
MOST ACCURATE, using this for sure
Best beat I’ve ever heard tbh
HyPeR_cLaPz _666_ facts
travis scott shudlve been on it
0:16 - 0:19, I mean where, the f$%, should I, really even start?
Darth Zarkon imma need this lmao
Got hoes that I’m keepin in the dark
Not a real fan of Rozay but I know he was feeling this beat 🔥 🔥
lil cc is so fire
Beat soo fire 🔥🔥
I love this instrumental song.
I play this at basketball games and litty
Sai che sto sto solo con i miei
Morirò da ricco money in the grave
Senti questo flow segui questa wave
Io sono amazon tu sei e-bay
Stai cadendo in basso e io sto andando up
Dici che sposti quei pacchi ma mi sembra cap
Sai che pull uppiamo te e la tua gang
00139 sai che è questo il cap
Hey, sai che sto con il mio dawg
Che gira un'altra canna e pensa di essere snoop dogg
E stavo sempre a chigi stavo sempre al top
Saluto i miei fratelli bella pe riad e zibo
(On the gang)
Sai che sto sto solo con i miei
Morirò da ricco, money in the grave
Senti questo flow, segui questa wave
Io sono amazon, tu sei e-bay
Con i miei bro ci prenderiamo tutto quanto
Vedi de calmatte stai a fa troppo il matto
Flow spaziale 10k Audi bianca non chiedo scusa pensa di essere speciale ma è solo un illusa hey
Quello che tu non hai io ce l'ho
Cazzo bro ma che cosa stai dicendo
Ho parlato con la morte ma ero un po' fatto quindi non ho capito che ha detto
HOw dou you make these 8o8s hit harder than the original.
This is song is 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 af
yessir🔥🔥🔥
Drake has some 🔥 beats
Will Alfonsi this a remake too buts it fye
bury me in this beat
Aswear🔥
ntro: 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
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)
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
This beat was made by a woman and it was her first beat ever. That is all. 🔥
Yeah, okay
Lil' CC on the beat, mm
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 ya
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 getter, 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 up my allowance (gotta count up 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 ya
Thank you for this amazing instrumental. 😈
I may remix "Money in the grave" & use this.
MONEEB An Artist yessir!!
@@bdogbeats Can I use this 4 non profit song? I won't have copyright issues?
@@vspjs3294 u will definitely have issues
@@malapautahow? Lmao he said non-profit, give credit. This is a f*ckin remake, kid lmao not even original. Dude would be fine.
Gonna remix this 👍
This is the type of music to speed to
This is the type of music to do speed to 😂
Woow so amazing music bass🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
This same beat was used for the Daku song by Channi Nattan and Inderpal moga
Can i get wav? :)
Fr
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
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Lil' CC on the beat, mm
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 ya
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 getter, 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 up my allowance (gotta count up 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 y
[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
[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
On the original instrumental: is the melody a sample, or composed by the beatmaker (lil CC)? Thanks!
Rémi Filastò according to Genius this instrumental is sampled from Lil Wayne - Used 2
20 bandz!!
No copyright finally
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
[قسمت اول : حسام تیام]
همه محو ریتم من فریک بس که چیدم
من تو سطح هی رپ میکنم بگو از هیچی بلد
رپ تو نی قشنگ حک شه کلماتم تو مخم
پرسه میزنم تا بیاد فصل چیدنم
انقد می خونم صدام برسه گوش همتون بدخوامو
جنازشو چال میکنیم توی برهوت
دست کم نگیرید یه وقت ابلهو زور قلمو
که باهاش باطل میشه کرد طلسم معبدو
میشه گلستون با رپم اتیش ابراهیم
چشامم نبینه میبینم با دیده منتالیم
قلب من آهنه نمونده ازم دیگه ادراکی
همشون ازم دور میشن تا حسام میرسه
پا میک
نداری طاقت زور قلم منو
اونی که زورش میچربه ادبه نه کلت
با داداشام روشن کردیم مشعل رپو
حالا حالا هم دست ما میمونه نه تو
تهران واسه اونه که خورده تو کوچه هاش زخم
هر کی توش با ما بچه میشه روزگار تلخ براش
هر کی کسشر بگه بد رفیقامو بخواد
میکنمش اشنا فیسشو با کون کاردم
قبلا کشتن ارومم میکرد الان ادبیات
کلمه ها میگیرن حقمو از این عوضی ها
معنویات بودش مسیر جلوم راهزن
همش میزاشت تهران خاک میشم و تا ابدم اینجام
Infinity Song 'Hater's Anthem' Official Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified
[قسمت دوم : امین تیجی]
Yeah
اگه rat ای
داری کدورتی
حل نمیشه chat ای
یهو تو کوچتیم (Paow)
میشی یتیم، نباشی شکایتی
میبندیم کتی که بازه شراکتی
برید side ببندید، من حذف نمیشم
این جا opps ماپس با دندون مزه میشن
هر چی میزنن کاجم کج نمیشم
آخه فلو هام رایمامم گنجه
دورم پر میلفن نیستم پدوفیلد من گفتم اینا فولن
فیکن فیلمن نمیکنم
فیلم من
گفتم اینجا شمرونه
حوالیمون تیر پرت
Grrr baow میشه بهت
هرچی بخوام حواسم
فقط نیستش حواسم
اگه بشه پک رو یهو میشه هوا سم
فتا زده خطامون منم رد تماس
من رپم یه طلاس همه از اول حراس
داشتن از مقصد پروازم
پی در و بستم ول کردم من یه در باز
ترپ کردم کت باز ترک زدم پشمات
کف تهران میدم فقط فتوا
بی رحم تر از وایکینگ بیا اینجا
ببین فنام میگن فقط ماییم کینگ
چیلم تر از نایکی خونم تو اندرزگو
ولی پامه جردن
دنبال لوک اجرام و نزدیکای سولدت
پس نخونین از گنگ همین جاعه قدرت
[قسمت سوم : تیام]
قسم به غصه پدر قسم به اشکای مادر
استخون مرده هات و میگام واسی سر راهم
تلنگر پیامم برا توعه که هنوز خوابی تی ام و
جاودان خطاب میکنم برس به اگاهی
میخوام رک بگم کری میخوایی
زنگ بزن به پلیس تا هوا روشنه و
نشده هوا گرگ و میش
ماها دیوونه ایم نمیادش کسی بال ما
زندگیم برکتش وجود داداشام
من رو قله های الفا بودم کل مسیرمو
الان تازه داری میزاری پا رو جاپاهام
میزارم ایست بازرسی کف به جا پلیس
چشا سفید سفیده کس خار نفازولین
شما خایه شو ندارین توی چشام نگا کنین
فلو وا میکنه بگو ملاتونین
می رسم به تهش بی خیال مانع ها
میگن ارثیه گندست انقد که لا پاته
خودم رپرم تو محلی که مهد کاسباست
تی ام ریله داداشی تهرونم که مال ماعه
ازش بخونین باز بدین جواب پس بهم
وجودمون واسش داداش مثل جواز کسبه
خودم کس در باغم ولی بیتام چغه
فلوم پوسی پوسی پوسی کندالجنر
تراپی تراپی تراپی نانس فلو میزنم های
کلاسیک باشه
تهرانه مهد بگایی تکی سوخت میگیرم
گر چه زیادیم
ماها اعتیاد داریم شما لنگ چیایین
انشالا ورود میزنیم برادر شب شه میاییم
[قسمت چهارم : تیام]
یه جور رپ میکنم برات انگار همزاد بیگیم
اگه رپر نبودم میخوردم ابد و چند
پرونده ادم ربایی خوردش بهم نودو هشت
نود و نه افتاد تو کثافت و باتلاق متا
من تو سیاهیم خدا اگه راه داره درار
دستمه راه داره زمانبنده اب دادن یواش
هر کی داره میاد بالا روی جا پامه الان
کف تهرونم دست اوله تی ام
نونش خلافه بخورده دستبند فوله
فنا میگانت با کامنت هشتگ حسین
دستت خایه هام دستم اُلگ
[Drake]
Yeah, okay
Lil' CC on the beat, mmm
Yeah, yeah
[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]
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
[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
[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)
[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
I saw a cow out this on medium rare steak 🥩🔥
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
Jesus loves y’all ❤️
Put it in my favourites. As the 420th video. Just sayin.
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I’m good love go away
Aint about to die with no money i done gave you
I mean where the...
Should I really even start
i have a song on this i want to push. lemme know if i can use it....and to what extent... maybe i could pay you to modify the instrumental.
SLYNGAZ I’m listening👀 but if you wanted to monetize it, this beat is copyrighted and I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t gotten taken down yet, but you could give it a shot
@@bdogbeats is it a remake or the real thing? if it's a remake i could modify the flp to get a different sound.
SLYNGAZ it is a loop so it sounds most like the real thing, unfortunately it is not a remake
@@bdogbeats okay bro, Unfortunate!!!!
Did you sample the lead or make it yourself. The melody i guess
AllStarsatEverything sample
1:26
Full Fucking Send babyyyy
When I fry I’ll put the chicken on my plate
BARS
Money In The Grave
(Strofa 1)
M port e sord rind a bar, bro chest nun è a gar, e si po foss già l’avessa vint
Nient nemic immaginarij, o saj si m part a capat ric o nomm e pur l’indirizz.
Pav a pizz, liev o piezz a sott o ment, pav o pizz ogni tot ro mes, vai in esauriment,
Sord sott o paviment, sord rind e valigett
Lievc o dayton, a stu riccon, cuopr a targ ngopp o staffon.
Tu ancor, crir ca fann fint
E t crir ca ccà e criminal so chill buon
P me n’omm e chill ca port a famigl annanz sul iss
Senz e sord ro spacc e pur senza fa e kill.
Registr o videoclip cu De caprij
O prossim beat mo fa ludovic enaud
Nun stong cu salm, però si c faj cas
Ogni vot ca rapp, 90 m e applaus.
O lat e ccà ntim e sord, nun simm mai jut all’estr
Nun cio putimm prmettr.
Vuj tnit sord e machin, facit e sord facil, e sparat nde fest.
The hi hats are placed incorrectly though
Producer AirKai open hats?
Warp Beats yep
Im not impress3d with success im impressed by people helping those with less getting from better to best
Becoming Faithful in the little
To be futurelee blessed
Poplok caliwest im your huckleberry up in this wild wild west
Why the fuck should I really even rap,
This shit is easy, one motion, it's a snap,
I don't care about you deuces are your daps,
I don't care about your hitters or your straps,
You ain't shot shit gotta 45 just ta decorate your lap,
Julian let it slap wit the bass,
They ain't even gotta hit yet get yo ass on base,
Nah I'm playin, go away,
Yo body ain't worth a tat on my face,
In the next life I'm tryna stay payed,
When I die put my money in the grave,
You don’t hear me
On the radio, playbar
Kill minutes
So I put it in a graveyard
You don’t see me on the video
Cool though
Kill hours
So they wrote it on a tombstone
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never try every mission get completed here/ presence fly lookin like i bought fleet of deer/
both poles with the flow bitch i'm feezin/ thats the reason i can vanish for a season and then reappear (reappear)/
high stakes like a weeded steer (steer)/ no bird box nigga i can see the fear/
thats ur chick? why she gasp when she see ya / tryna keep her face hidden face like is Daft Punk or Sia here (huh?)/
peep the vibes niggas know my energy is clear/ if people try let em know my inner G is near/
blind deaf to the laws I don't see or hear/no doubt, don't speak, middle fingers clear(fucc em)/
treatin snitchin like it's treason here/ Ben stein drip nigga you can see it clear/
never really got the praise of a star, but everybody knows my name from the bars i don't need the Cheers (cheers)/
still murk niggas wild I juss keep it low/ still birthed a new style like a fetus hoe/
Giles Corey allegory for weed i'mma keep my chest stoned til i suffocate from reefer smoke/
Spanish witch do Santeria when the demons close/ have a lame nigga lookin seen a ghost (ghost)/
and she get freaky as Adina when i need a dose/ t shirt and panties sendin pictures I don't mean to boast (sorry)/
I juss quote how it is bruh/ like an Oz of dope I'm the Wiz bruh/
in the know like I'm Hermes or Thoth/ start a muthafuccin cult and just coast on charisma(yup)/
who this nigga think he is bruh (huh?)/ who this nigga think he is huh (huh?)/
Jc, but I understand the mix ups/ cuz if you ask your chick she gone tell you Mr Big Stuff/
mad coy never front or make a big fuss/ bad boy as a youngin taking big puffs/
beamed up flyin saucers from the slave ship/ cleaned up snap a picture when my wave hit/
when dreams cut and they get me out the martix/ King Tut put my riches in the grave bitch......
BARS
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Here you go...
Lyrics__
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
this is the exact same beat as ric flair drip 😂😂
can i use for a product review video
A little tomorrow maybe
Face to face i Will see You wey
While i turn one on and wait
don't forget what happened yesterday..
She axe where I’m goin I said bitch to da bank
Ima let the money talk I ain’t got shit to say
22nd second street I was was dropping off narcos
502
Cuando no tenia ni uno me trataron como que se joda
Haora toy haciendo tiket no me jodan
0:19
0:19
0:19
0:19
Beat grills more beef than george foreman
lil CC
on the beat
Go hard or go home
Lord use me up
Lord kill me if I don't preach the gospel
I'm still in my 20's- but I'll die if I got to
Already dead- so forget my flesh
I done been crossed over see the full court press
I'm a full court mess if the lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinkin everythangs groovy
If the cross don't move me then I don't wanna breath no mo
If I ain't seeing christ potna I don't wanna see no mo
Rep every day withouth worrying about bruising
I been to china mayne I seen some real persecution
If u didn't know em would ya life look the same
Can they tell you value jesus by the way you rep his name?
Man what's the point of living if I'm living for myself
Lord empty out my life before I put you on the shelf so for
God I got hard I don't' wanna die tonight
It's too many people living who ain't heard about my christ
Go hard or go home
Lord use me up
Went to asia had to duck and hide-for sharin my faith
They tell me water it downwhen I get back to states
They say tone the music down you might sell a lot a records
But it's people out here dying and none of em heard the message
Took my wifey on mission trip central america
Shared her testimony 40 people stood and stared at her
When she said jesus shoulda seen it was insane cause
40 out of 40 never heard of jesus name
Aw mayne we ain't focused on the war we just kickin it
Worried bout our image and our space up on the internet
Take me out the game coach
I don't wanna play no mo
If can't give it all I got and leave it out there on the court
Thank you for the grace for the will and the desire
Got me
Living for your glory stead of living to retire
But I pray I'll never tire of going hard for messiah
I don't need no motivation you the reason I'm inspired
Go hard
Go home, go hard
Go home
That's what that is baby
That what that mean
That what that mean
That what that is baby
That what that mean
That what that mean
Wha-what that mean?
That mean that we, should be out up in ok streets
Not just in houses with our bible's summrizing what we read
Man this ain't deep (man this ain't deep)
Why we ain't doing what we read
It's like we sleep (it's like we sleep)
But sinners sleepwalk when they sleep
So why can't we (so why can't we)
The redeemed of the lord
Act out, what he said
And make a scene for the lord
Action-cut, say what, like we was the director
But you better get a grip like movie sets, and get to stepping
(martin)
I know you done it
Da-done it, da-done-and heard it all
You was going hard for the lord before you heard this song
But don't play yourself to save ya self
And walk in fear
Scripture's like a mirror
The truth is closer than it appears
Now that's a banger, and a really felt story, those words on the net maybe don't seem that important as I want to put them but for real I wish you'll record it. Even I should read it to make sure I didn't miss some bars, GG friend!
This remake is not bad but the triple kicks are too early and when drake starts rapping on the hook, the melody or whatever is silenced or filtered not sure
thx for the constructive criticism instead of hating
Crazy
Facts
Can i use this Beat In My Vlogs ?
Ripping off my mask quick
Listing off some past shit
I had a plan of getting off this planet
I used to be a bad man a man of lies
Til I broke down with hands to sky
Didn’t believe in God but told him I had plans to die
The world was full of evil and I sadly cried
Stuck the needle in and slammed it dry
Woke up in the morning and man my eyes
Leaking out tears I couldn’t stand me guys
All the damn lies I told and the cut family ties
And friends I lost to the insanity trieD
To take me out just wait me out
I was so fucking broken
Hoping cars would just take me out
That came out of me had my mind
Since then I’ve had to climb
Which leads me to a savage grind
I was hopeless and chose taking my life
Since then GODS been making me fight
Lit
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Scrivo questo testo perché tanto sto a casa
Spamma questo singolo dai su fai la brava
Ti passo un bavaglino che ti scende la bava
Non siete trap se comprate Balenciaga
Mo che fanno tutti freesta
Si aggiunge anche Marco allunga la lista
Fra ti dó una pista, tieni la dista
Beccati sto dito, il terzo da sinistra
Tieni il tuo culo sul divano
Che cazzo esci? Vuoi finir come Milano?
Fra ti credi furbo, ti becchi qualche insulto
Esci dal comune, aspetti che la multo
Tutta questa scena si fra mi commuove
Lavati le mani contro il Covid 19
Ogni giorno ci son leggi nuove
Ma ho sempre la tua tipa pronta per il 69
Dove? Si compra l’Amuchina
Almeno quando esci metti la mascherina
La tua tipa barboncina
Mandiamolo a fanculo sto virus Made in Cina
Sparo un’altra barra
Ti metto quarentena
Fra non sei mica Marra
Sparati un altra sega
Apri la tua finestra
Fuori c’è l’orchestra
E ribeccati sto dito, il terzo destra
posso usare sto testo fra?
che cazzo di figata AHAHA
I'm the king of this beat c(x
anyone here from sml cameel singing money in the grave
yes
So you just sampled the end of the beat? Kuz I hear the triple kick every time
Sounds like 2016 :(
J Cole - Tale of 2 Citiez
Rodrigo Garcia I can hear it in the instrumental
When I die throw some money in the coffin. Tight. Now I'm alive so it's in my pocket. Not to much for conversation. Rocket in my pocket. And I'll cock it you sure you REALLY. Wanna meet the grave. No way. I get it and go. Give and go like I'm allen to singletary. On the contrary by any means necessary. Practice what I preach. Throw some money in the coffin
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.
BARS
toy echao pa tra no los veo 2x
nikka toy echao pa tra no lo veo
nikka tan hablando pero no le creo
hoy el saco el 0 milla de paseo
fumo sin semilla en papel
pay atention a los detail
fuk 12
no quiero rose con lo feo
tu ere feka de lejo te lo leo
esa krukaa hoy yo me la llevo
hai mismo en el carro le doy deo
la mascara y lo gyantre de noche
se almao un tiroteo
siempre con la 9 esa es mi baby
ella no se deja si hay un fantasmeo
me la vivo sin chaleco
los dejo hueco
por la boca espuma suelta si lo pesco
ella quiere que le toque la quitarra
se enterro tengo la paka
fragancia prada
yo la toy mirando y la forma en que me mira
loka por pegarme las garra
creo q es una fanatca
alwayxs smokin zaza
toy echao pa tra no los veo 2x
nikka toy echao pa tra no lo veo
nikka tan hablando pero no le creo
hoy el saco el 0 milla de paseo
fumo sin semilla en papel
pay atention a los detail
fuk 12
no quiero rose con lo feo
siempre en ;las nuve
ando con mis shooters cualquier tiroteo
llamen a lo uber
walked in hoes acting like they know me
ya mande el trackin to ba verificao
no tenia na y haora mira im smpokin out vsthe pound
la fe mia increbrantable dios sienmpre me a cuidao
a pesar de mis errores y de to mis pecao
money money money yea i gotta get it
dime que tu quiere hago delivery en bentley
les encantan las pastilla dique dejo el fetty
brinca conejita boy a darte una mita
el que dice que ta pal problema no lo evita
boy pa la cima fumando sin semilla
en el trap
to lo dia
fuck la policia
toy echao pa tra toy
toy echao pa tra 2x
entre mas dinero tengo
quiero ma
drake and rick ross- money in the grave (instrumental)
0:16 - 0:19 like how, the fuck, should i, really even start
imma killa and i shoot in the dark
fuck all ya niggas couldn’t do they part
i got guns and they silence when they spark
i got cash and i hit it with a beam
my boys always drummed stay mean
they will always take one for the team
they never did me wrong AND THATS ON ME
verse 1:
i got hittas that be pullin on triggas and we aint monkey we gorillas ya blind ya aint see when the bullet hitch ya thats a bird thats a plane nah thats my hitta like YG thats my nigga yuh
all ya nigas know how to play
but ya still cant find ya own lane
when i see the pigs i shootem in dey face
u 19 she 12 u really trynna catch a case
big house 30 doors thats my place
all ya haters in my face
my guys move ya out my way
i cut that bitch in my place
i pay 10k for that vase
ya screamin fuck u BUT I SATY WITA DRUM TO
verse: 2
i know imma chill nigga big smoker imma stoner no smell she cute bet i clone her turn her ass bust down gave me boner thats mah bitch my bitch not a loner but im chillin feelin vibin see no stoppin that my cap no dont stop it NOW GET THE FUCK OUT MY FACE
im doin part time thats just my vibe
im cursing 190 i dont stop
i dont care but i let that beat drop
i told you girl bust or gimme top
how’d i do?
remix headass 😂😂😂
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Alfa freestyle testo
È vero faccio faccio pop e vengo dal freestyle
Tu dici che stai al top ma sopra un bonsai
Ti puoi giusto vantare sopra spotify
Si però quando fai live quanti sputi fai
Appena fai qualcosa sperano che floppi
Applaudono agli artisti quando sono morti
Che tutti voglion fare kanye sulla porche
Ma a rappare sono cani e porci
Dai serio vattene davvero
Giovane talento in cantera io cantero
Dici di essere vero però non ti crediamo
Dici di essere fresco ma per me non sei in grado
E non hai il disco d'oro perché io prima dell'album sarò una persona d'oro in mezzo a tutto sto fango ma questi che fanno i fatti dimmi te che fatti fanno ma esce una mina ad ottobre perciò per ora non parlo.
Ai miei tempi ti mando al collegio era una minaccia adesso credo piaccia
E mi basta una frase per dire siete avanzi e basta direi che basta e avanza ciao
Finalmente un ita
Can i use it??
🇮🇹Money In The Grave RMX: czcams.com/video/B95Nx7usS4M/video.html
where can i find this beat i can get for free or purchase??
matty matheson
someone tell m where the hooks are please
can i use this fot spotify ?
What do you mean?
@@bdogbeats He's asking if it's allowed to upload on Spotify
I mean where. Should I. Even. Fart. I got mud butt and I gotta shart, but I'm scared is gon rip my butt apart, and I'm out with my girl and her friends to the club plus we all packed up in a car.
I got problems
That Iam keeping deep inside
Bought a car
I ain’t even got to drive yet
All these drugs
Now I start to feel the side effects
Hi tec drink
Got me on lean
Mix it up good
A lot of sauce in cup
Screaming money ain’t a thing
While Iam tossing it up
Ass
Pretty decent
am I gonna get copystriked if I use the instrumental in a video?
can we use this ?
Premiere !
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*Not the lyrics
I replaced Rick Ross' part 'cause I wasn't feelin' it tbh*
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 to 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 and 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
Between us niggas at the top, you don't have a place
Yeah, you really thought fucking with me was safe?
I can place a bounty on your head, I know your face
Then while you be runnin' and be trippin' on your lace
My niggas be tellin' me that they had closed the case
So watch for your ass dawg, cause you ain't really safe
You better not diss a real nigga like me,
Especially that you have been ridin' on my wave
You been tryna be like me since you was born
Everybody wanna be like me, yeah, that's known
Even when they don't got a 4th of what I own
And their bitches be waitin' and hopin' that I'd phone
Ain't no nigga be talkin' to me with a tone
I don't see no niggas when I'm in my fuckin' zone
Though, I see my following has really grown
I can only have certain niggas at my home
I really can't let them motherfuckers just be
'Cause I know that they wanna replace me
They wanna take my Rollies and my Benz and be free
They think that they can get away from me
They thinkin' that they really brave
Wanna brake into the batcave, huh?
...Well I ain't as rich as Bruce Wayne
I'm way richer, so I told 'em 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
Some parts may sound like they don't fit within a bar if you know what I mean but if I rap it in real life I make it work fr 🔥
Fanculo questa troia, ho una donna tra le lenzuola
Questa prima odia, adesso me lo chiede in gola
Sul palco siamo tutti, sembra di restare in zona
Mi vesto come voglio, fanculo tutta sta moda
Fanculo la mia scuola
Un fanculo a per chi mi odia
Un fanculo a chi parla male e poi mi tagga nella
storia
Fanculo a chi ti dice “non farlo”, tu invece prova
Sta vita è una sola, per farlo basta mezz’ora
E non ci credo
Ma è un po’ che non ti vedo
Ma se tornassi indietro non cambierei mai sentiero
Spero tu stia meglio, non lo so ma me lo chiedo
Un’altra che mi accendo sperando faccia davvero
Ma più passa del tempo, st’effetto lo sento meno
Stai meno su insta magari fai schifo meno
Io resto chiuso in stanza bevendo qualche pensiero
Io lotto contro l’ansia, ho questo testo come siero
E lo faccio davvero
E lo faccio davvero
L’ho detto sempre a tutti
Voglio tutto e non lo chiedo
E lo faccio davvero
E lo faccio davvero
Sempre con gli stessi bro sin dal giorno zero
E lo faccio davvero
E lo faccio davvero
È inutile parlarmi, ho la scala verso il cielo
E lo faccio davvero
E lo faccio davvero
Dividiamo il pane non c’importa mangiar meno
😂💀