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