Intro: Drake
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Verse 1: Drake
I mean, w[Dm]where the fuck should I really even s[Am]start?
I got hoes that I'm ke[Dm]keepin' in the dark
I got my niggas 'cross the s[Am]street livin' large
Thinkin' back to the f[Dm]fact that they dead
Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they [Am]sat with the bars
I got two phones, [Dm]one need a charge
Yeah, they twins, I could t[Am]tell they ass apart
I got big packs c[Dm]comin' on the way
I got big stacks c[Am]comin' out the safe
I got Lil Max with me, he the w[Dm]wave
It's a big gap be[Am]between us in the game
In the next life, I'm tryna stay p[Dm]paid
When I die, put my m[Am]money in the grave
Chorus: Drake
When I die, put my m[Dm]money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple ni[Am]niggas in they place
Really just lapped every n[Dm]nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest N[Am]Nigga" on my face
Lil CC let it s[Dm]slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and a c[Am]cape
Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go a[Dm]away"
Ain't about to die with no money, I done g[Am]gave it
Verse 2: Drake
I was on top when that s[Dm]shit meant a lot
Still on top like I'm sc[Am]scared of the drop
Still on top and these niggas wanna s[Dm]swap
Niggas wanna swap like it's Sl[Am]Slauson or Watts
I don't wanna change 'cause I'm good where I'm [Dm]at
Mob ties, so I'm always g[Am]good where I'm at
Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby [Dm]J
Tell 'em when I die, put my m[Am]money in the grave
Verse 3: Rick Ross
Couple figures, killers call and co[Dm]collect (Collect)
She fuck a nigga, then she on to the n[Am]next (Next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a m[Dm]mack
When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a [Am]rat (Rat)
Roll with us if you really wanna [Dm]get it (Get it)
Go get a half a million in the Spr[Am]Sprinter (Sprinter)
Phone ringin', bitches know a big ti[Dm]tipper (Tipper)
I got the hookup and there's really no l[Am]limit (Limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga [Dm]DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the [Am]ye
Lil' nigga, just another state c[Dm]case
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase B[Am]Bank, time to b[N.C.]bounce (Bounce)
Gotta count on my al[Dm]allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)
You niggas snitches so I gotta re[Am]reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)
A nigga drippin' like I got a zillion do[Dm]dollars
Got the trap jumpin' like Zion when I re[Am]rebound it
Then I'm [Am]out (Then I'm out)
And I'll never talk a[Dm]about it (About it)
The homies quiet, but we all smoke the lo[Am]loudest (Loudest)
Rich niggas and I'm really bein' mo[Dm]modest
'Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a a[Am]artist
Want the h[Am]house (House)
You could DM my ac[Dm]accountant
My per diem six figures and I'm co[Am]countin'
Nine figures was the g[Am]goal 'til I hit it
These ni[Dm]niggas ain't livin', so bury m[Am]mine with me
Ross got it (Maybach Music)
Chorus: Drake
When I die, put my m[Dm]money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple ni[Am]niggas in they place
Really just lapped every n[Dm]nigga in the race
I really might tat "Realest N[Am]Nigga" on my face
Lil CC let it s[Dm]slap with the bass
I used to save hoes with a mask and a c[Am]cape
Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go a[Dm]away"
Ain't about to die with no money, I done g[Am]gave it
Outro
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