Money In The Grave

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[Verse 1: Drake]
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I mean, where the fuck should I 
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really even start?
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I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the 
dark
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I got my niggas 'cross the street 
livin' large
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Thinkin' back to the fact that they 
dead
Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til 
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they sat with the bars
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I got two phones, one need a charge
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Yeah, they twins, I could tell they 
ass apart
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I got big packs comin' on the way
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I got big stacks comin' out the safe
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I got Lil Max with me, he the wave
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It's a big gap between us in the 
game
In the next life, I'm tryna stay 
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paid
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When I die, put my money in the 
grave


[Chorus: Drake]
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When I die, put my money in the 
grave
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I really gotta put a couple niggas 
in they place
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Really just lapped every nigga in 
the race
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I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 
on my face
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Lil CC let it slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and 
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a cape
Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, 
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go away"
Ain't about to die with no money, I 
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done gave it


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[Verse 2: Drake]
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I was on top when that shit meant a 
lot
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Still on top like I'm scared of the 
drop
Still on top and these niggas wanna 
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swap
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Niggas wanna swap like it's Slauson 
or Watts
I don't wanna change 'cause I'm good
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 where I'm at
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Mob ties, so I'm always good where 
I'm at
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Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J
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Tell 'em when I die, put my money in
 the grave


[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Couple figures, killers call and 
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collect (Collect)
She fuck a nigga, then she on to the
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 next (Next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with
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 a mack
When you niggas thinkin' small in 
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the mall with a rat (Rat)
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Roll with us if you really wanna get
 it (Get it)
Go get a half a million in the 
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Sprinter (Sprinter)
Phone ringin', bitches know a big 
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tipper (Tipper)
I got the hookup and there's really 
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no limit (Limit)
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Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the 
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ye
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Lil' nigga, just another state case
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       N.C.
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, 
time to bounce (Bounce)
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Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta 
count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta 
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reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)
A nigga drippin' like I got a 
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zillion dollars
Got the trap jumpin' like Zion when 
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I rebound it
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Then I'm out (Then I'm out)
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And I'll never talk about it (About 
it)
The homies quiet, but we all smoke 
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the loudest (Loudest)
Rich niggas and I'm really bein' 
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modest
'Cause the way I do my deals, never 
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treated like a artist
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Want the house (House)
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You could DM my accountant
My per diem six figures and I'm 
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countin'
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Nine figures was the goal 'til I hit
 it
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These niggas ain't livin', so bury 
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mine with me

Ross got it (Maybach Music)


[Chorus: Drake]
                    Dm
When I die, put my money in the 
grave
                              Am
I really gotta put a couple niggas 
in they place
                          Dm
Really just lapped every nigga in 
the race
                             Am
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 
on my face
               Dm
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and 
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a cape
Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, 
    Dm
go away"
Ain't about to die with no money, I 
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done gave it