Drake – Money In The Grave ft. Rick Ross (Lyrics)


[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, okay ‘Lil CC, what a beat, hm
Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Drake]
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start? I got hoes that I’m keeping in the dark
I got my niggas ‘cross the street living large Thinking back to the fact that they dead
Thought my raps wasn’t facts ’til they sat with the bars
I got two phones, one need a charge Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart
I got big packs coming on the way I got big stacks coming out the safe
I got Lil Max with me, he the wave It’s a big gap between us in the game
In the next life, I’m tryna stay paid When I die, put my money in the grave [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 on ’em, always good where I’m at Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J
Tell ’em when I die, put my money in the grave [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect) She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next
(Next) Really living large, she in awe with a mack
When you niggas thinking small, in the mall with a rat (Rat)
Roll with us if you really wanna get it (Get it)
Go get a half a million in the Sprinter (Sprinter) Phone ringing, bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)
I got the hookup and there’s really no limit (Limit)
Dead broke is in you niggas’ DNA (DNA) Rickey Smiley’s in Decatur with the ‘ye
Lil’ nigga, just another state case Bury my motherfucking Chase Bank, time to
bounce (Bounce) Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on
my allowance) You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it
(Do or die) A nigga dripping like I got a zillion dollars
Got the trap jumping like Zion when I rebound, then I’m out (Then I’m out)
And I’ll never talk about it (About it) The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest
(Loudest) Rich niggas and I’m really being modest
‘Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist, want house (House)
You could DM my accountant My per diem six figures and I’m counting
Nine figures was the goal till I hit it These niggas ain’t living, so bury mine with
me Ross got it! (Maybach Music) [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

100 thoughts on “Drake – Money In The Grave ft. Rick Ross (Lyrics)

  1. Man i use to get high in the penitentiary .for some reason when me and my cellie would spark the first stick .that song you can call me on my cell phone .would come on like 80% of the time .drake got something

  2. By the way drake sounds a lil different, he been sitting on this for a few years ๐Ÿ’ฏ๐Ÿคท๐Ÿฝโ€โ™‚๏ธ

  3. I'm sorry but this man's supposed music sounds the same, or it's starting to sound the same after a while. I'm starting to become less concerned with how good it sounds; even the lyrics are starting to mimic past lyrics.

  4. In meYeah I dedicate the song to every body in all different universes circle of life from Simba's lion king for me whatever in fits ๐Ÿ‡ฒ๐Ÿ‡ฝ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿงญ๐Ÿ—พ๐Ÿ—พ๐Ÿ—พ๐ŸŒ๐ŸŒ‹๐ŸŒ‹โ›ฐ๏ธ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒŽ๐ŸŒŽ๐Ÿœ๏ธ๐Ÿ›๏ธ๐ŸŸ๏ธ๐Ÿž๏ธ๐Ÿ˜๏ธ๐Ÿช๐Ÿœ๏ธ๐Ÿญ๐Ÿ’ˆ๐Ÿ’ˆ๐ŸŽข๐Ÿ’ˆ๐Ÿ’ˆ๐Ÿ’ˆ๐Ÿ’ˆ

  5. I wish I could personally tell drake to throw a billion dollar funeral party for his fans.im sure I'd be in a grave after that shit

  6. โ€œI just lapped every ni*** in the raceโ€
    But did you know I HAVE A REVERSE CARD!!!!!!
    Drake: :0
    Me:omae mu shinderu
    Drake:NANI?!?!?
    Me:DABU DABU DABU DABU DABU DABU DABU DABU DAAAAAAAAAA
    Drake:can u put my money in my grave?
    Me:NANI?!?!?
    drake:UNO REVERSE CARD
    me: NOOOOOOOOO IM A FAN!
    Drake:oh by you can leave as long as your a fanโ€ฆ

  7. 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

  8. I mean where the heck do I really even start I got bible verses written on my arm I got bibles in the back of my car think about the fact that if I didnโ€™t go to church last week I wouldnโ€™t be saved by god

  9. Not really into Drake but god damn this goes hard lol

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