Drake – Money In The Grave (Guitar)

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I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?

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I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark

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I got my niggas 'cross the street livin' large

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Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead

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Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the bars

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I got two phones, one need a charge

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Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart

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I got big packs comin' on the way

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I got big stacks comin' out the safe

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I got Lil Max with me, he the wave

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It's a big gap between us in the game

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In the next life, I'm tryna stay paid

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When I die, put my money in the grave

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When I die, put my money in the grave

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I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place

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Really just lapped every nigga in the race

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I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face

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Lil CC let it slap with the bass

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I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape

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Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"

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Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it

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I was on top when that shit meant a lot

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Still on top like I'm scared of the drop

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Still on top and these niggas wanna swap

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Niggas wanna swap like it's Slauson or Watts

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I don't wanna change 'cause I'm good where I'm at

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Mob ties, so I'm always good where I'm at

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Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J

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Tell 'em when I die, put my money in the grave

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Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)

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She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)

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Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack

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When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat (Rat)

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Roll with us if you really wanna get it (Get it)

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Go get a half a million in the Sprinter (Sprinter)

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Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)

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I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)

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Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)

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Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the ye

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Lil' nigga, just another state case

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Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)

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Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)

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You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)

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A nigga drippin' like I got a zillion dollars

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Got the trap jumpin' like Zion when I rebound it

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Then I'm out (Then I'm out)

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And I'll never talk about it (About it)

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The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest (Loudest)

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Rich niggas and I'm really bein' modest

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'Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist

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Want the house (House)

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You could DM my accountant

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My per diem six figures and I'm countin'

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Nine figures was the goal 'til I hit it

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These niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me

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When I die, put my money in the grave

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I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place

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Really just lapped every nigga in the race

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I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face

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Lil CC let it slap with the bass

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I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape

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Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"

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Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it