دانلود آهنگ money in the grave Drake

Yeah, okay Lil’ CC on the beat, mm Yeah, yeah I mean, where the !♫! 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 !♫! 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 b!♫! 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 !♫! 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 !♫! 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’, !♫!es 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 mother!♫!in’ 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 b!♫! 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