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

Drake Money In The Grave Lyrics video ft. Rick Ross! Stream/Download the song: https://Drake.lnk.to/TBITWPYD These are the official Drake money in the grave lyrics! [intro: drake] yeah, okay 'lil cc, what a beat, hm yeah, yeah [verse 1: drake] i mean, where the f*ck should i really even start? i got h**s that i'm keeping in the dark i got my n*ggas 'cross the street living large thinking back to the fact that they de@d 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 a** 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 n*ggas in they place really just lapped every n*gga in the race i really might tat, "realest n*gga" on my face lil cc, let it slap with the ba** i used to save h**s 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 sh*t meant a lot still on top like i'm scared of the drop still on top and these n*ggas wanna swap n*ggas 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 [lyrics] [verse 3: rick ross] couple figures, killers call and collect (collect) she f*ck a n*gga, then she on to the next (next) really living large, she in awe with a mack when you n*ggas 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, b*tch es know a big tipper (tipper) i got the hookup and there's really no limit (limit) de@d broke is in you n*ggas' dna (dna) rickey smiley's in decatur with the 'ye lil' n*gga, just another state case bury my motherf*cking chase bank, time to bounce (bounce) gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance) you n*ggas snitches so i gotta reroute it (do or die) a n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*ggas in they place really just lapped every n*gga in the race i really might tat, "realest n*gga" on my face lil cc, let it slap with the ba** i used to save h**s 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 We hope you enjoyed our Drake Money In The Grave Lyrics video! Please subscribe for more Drake lyric videos ft. Rick Ross! This is a lyric video for: Drake Money In The Grave ft Rick Ross Lyrics Drake Rick Ross Money In The Grave Lyrics