Drake – Money In The Grave Lyrics

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[Intro: Drake]
Yeah, okay
Lil’ CC on the beat, mmm
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Drake]
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

[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, 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

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
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 (Limit)
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley’s in Decatur with the yé
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)

[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

Tyga – Tyga Freestyle | L.A. Leakers Freestyle #073 Lyrics

[Verse]
Nigga, call me a G.O.A.T., don’t call it a comeback
Seven million records, nine months, where Soulja at?
I could make the same song, bitches still play that
Run around saying that you made me, why you say that?
And I make them bitches flock to me like A.S.A.P
And I had to Amber Rose the top of the Maybach
AE, why they hate that? Where the Bay at?
Time is money, can’t let a broke bitch waste that
In L.A., them niggas be famous for a day
I don’t chase clout, I just pull in Chase Bank
I got taste kush indica, the shit so stank
A nigga sent me a song, thought that shit was a prank
And I mean it in a bad way
And your bitch hit me up every Saturday
And I’m busy with your friend, try another day, uh
I start my own wave then I ride the wave
Baby don’t be sassy, nothin’ don’t pass me
Diamond cross, baptist, pray to me, marry me
A non-superficial thing, can’t wait ’til we meet
Hunnid large for the verse, I done did three this week
Hot nigga, so close but he still out of reach
I pray the Lord my soul to keep, uh
Do what thou wilt, what you think?
Platinum first day, the album on creep

[Outro]
Motherfucker
Said the album on creep
Yeah, LA leak, let that flow sink
Yeah, let that beat breath
Goddamn Thotiana do it on her knees, yeah

Kodak Black – Conscience Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Yeah, Project Baby
These streets took my conscience
Blee
Sniper Gang
These streets took my conscience

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
Yeah, everybody with me on that same thang
I don’t gang-bang but I bang bang
I pull up to the club, I got on eight chains
Took that bitch to Wings-N-Things, she wanna be my main

[Verse 2: Future]
Brown liquor made my dawg insane
Booted up a geek, it’s the same thang
Fish scale or molly, it’s the same name
Murder by the stains, we stain your claim
The big Patek face cost ten chains
Took your bitch out to eat on a private plane
Real talk, 150 when it’s plain Jane
Drop the junk behind the dumpster for some cocaine

[Verse 3: Kodak Black]
Ayy, free my nigga coo, he in the chain gang
Chris Johnson, I swear for God I drop the twenty-eight
I told my nigga be fool, he put a potato on a barrel
I kick lil’ dumbass out my crib, say she want Chanel
I bought that bitch a wig ’cause she ain’t got no hair
I sent that poor ass hoe a Uber ’cause she ain’t got no whip
Thirty golds in my mouth like I’m Stephen Curry
Thirty clip in my Glock ’cause I’m a damn Warrior

[Verse 4: Future]
Streets left me scarred, ain’t no worries
Rack my money up in a hurry
Thirteen strippers, James Harden
Money make you greedy when you starving
Monisha, Tamica, they vouching
Before I had anything, I was saucing
Before I had that Bentley truck, I was saucing
All these hitters, yeah, I pray you never cross them

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]
She say she brand new, I swear I want the old her
Eighteen hunded, I got more stories than a author
I’m credit card swipin’ at the Chase Bank (ey)
Me and Future gang gang, same thang
I check your temperature, nigga, is you hot or cold?
Like a state trooper, I make my money on the road
I remember hittin’ houses, nigga, cash 4 gold
These streets made me lose my conscience, took a nigga soul

[Verse 6: Future]
These streets took all my soul from me
Tried to leave me in the cold
These streets took my conscience from me
Now tough love is all I show
I know my niggas got love for me
And they filling up they nose
I know my Levi got love for me
She just want everybody to know

[Verse 7: Kodak Black]
I know my niggas, they be missin’ me
So I be posted on the straw
I don’t even care about how much cash I see
I’m always gon’ be in the know
I ran out of money, then they switch lanes
I ran it back up, then I switch lanes
In a brand new Range, diamond colored candy cane
I bought a brand new K, I can’t wait to let it spray
I’m sorry mom to bring you through so much pain
I said I’m sorry mom, I ain’t mean for it to be this way
Ayy fuck it, bitch, I’m here, I got diamond rings
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m gettin’ paid

[Outro: Kodak Black]
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
These streets took my conscience
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid
All the finer things, designer jeans, I’m getting paid

RiFF RaFF – Steph Curry Mcflurry

I send my condolences
I’m sipping codeine cream soda
In the second floor of my raspberry Range Rover
Rain dancing outside of Chick-Fil-A
I’m at the Thanksgiving Day Parade
With an eight of turtle dove spray in my marmalade
Top down for like twenty minutes
Check the reflection off the window at Chase Bank
Make sure the rims still spinning
It wasn’t in jail but I released my roof
Took a bite out of crime damn near chipped my tooth
Macaroon moon diamonds got me feeling bi polar
Two sided reminder man them ain’t diamonds
You rocking rhinstones cuz
Oops my bad I three wheeled past your dad
While he was picking up his ex wife
Three wheeled through Beyonce video
Spilled the syrup out of Jay Z’s Sprite
I might ball like Wesley Person
Shake your ass in a hurry
I’m in McDonalds selling Steph Curry McFlurry’s
I give the cold shoulder to my annoying opponents
I’m in the parking lot with Jeff Gordon
Doing donuts for Yoko Ono
If you see me on the beach then don’t walk up
And start speaking
Twenty five K for a feature
Riff