作词 : Delorean Black/Aubrey Graham/W. Roberts/L. Currie/Cydney Christine Dade/A. Joergensen
作曲 : Delorean Black/Aubrey Graham/W. Roberts/L. Currie/Cydney Christine Dade/A. Joergensen
Drake：
Yeah, okay
Lil CC on the beat, mmm
Yeah, yeah
I mean, where the f**k should I really even start?
I got h*es that I'm keepin' in the dark
I got my n**gas '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 a*s 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 n**gas in they place
Really just lapped every n**ga in the race
I really might tat "Realest N**ga" on my face
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
I used to save h*es 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
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**gas wanna swap
N**gas 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
Rick Ross：
Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)
She f**k a n**ga, then she on to the next (Next)
Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
When you n**gas 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', b**ches know a big tipper (Tipper)
I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)
Dead broke is in you n**ga DNA (DNA)
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
Lil' n**ga, just another state case
Bury my motherf**kin' Chase Bank,
Time to bounce (Bounce)
Gotta count on my allowance
(Gotta count on my allowance)
You n**gas snitches so I gotta reroute it
(So I gotta reroute it)
A n**ga 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 n**gas 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 n**gas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
Ross got it (Maybach Music)
Drake：
When I die, put my money in the grave
I really gotta put a couple n**gas in they place
Really just lapped every n**ga in the race
I really might tat "Realest N**ga" on my face
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
I used to save h*es 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
= End =