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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

 

[Am] [Dm] [Am] [Dm]

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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