Dave East ft. Rick Ross & The Dream – OG + lyrics

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Dave East raps about a love interest that is attracted to his “OG” status in this new single featuring Rick Ross and The Dream.

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OG lyrics

[Intro]
CashMoneyAP

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Let’s start up an operation
The hate, it’s a lot we facin’
Just need your cooperation
On God, I just gotta taste it
You got that nigga on silent but he DMin’ me
Could get him killed, but I’m gettin’ money, don’t need that energy
I’m young, with all this shit I done, I’m OG
Her man be on the phone so I don’t call, I send emojis
Pimpin’ in my DNA, I’m related to Goldie
Cuban rope like Richard Porter, I’m just tryna eat like Yogi
Ma, you know me

[Pre-Chorus: The-Dream & Dave East]
I swear every time you come, I go off (I shot my shot like Kobe, ma, you know me)
And every time you leave, I stay gone, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Shorty, put that nigga on silent
He ain’t gotta know we in here wildin’
It’s all good ’til we on that island
It’s all good ’til she fuck OG
And every time I see her, I go deep
And every time she see me, she go sleep
And every time I need her, she need me
OG, OG
OG, OG, OG

[Verse 2: Dave East]
Adolescence was a nuisance
Shit, all of my women un-exclusive
Just make ’em wipe me down like I’m Lil Boosie
I got styles like I’m Holiday, directin’ my own movie
We fuck to Oochie Wally, told Jungle I caught a groupie
Niggas jackin’ they security, punch ’em, they try to sue me
All my friends are dead, fuck a Draco, I came with an Uzi
Shit be staticky, you gotta pick a side
Knockin’ Mary J. Blige, baggin’ dimes, still surprised
I don’t really need advice ’cause she already know the vibes
Like a kid at the playground, get excited just to slide
Juice box, that shit feel like I’m swimmin’
Pussy so good, I dump all of my women
I go off when I’m up in it, you get it

[Pre-Chorus: The-Dream & Dave East]
I swear every time you come, I go off (I shot my shot like Kobe, ma, you know me)
And every time you leave, I stay gone, woah, woah, woah

[Chorus: The-Dream]
Shorty, put that nigga on silent
He ain’t gotta know we in here wildin’
It’s all good ’til we on that island
It’s all good ’til she fuck OG
And every time I see her, I go deep
And every time she see me, she go sleep (Huh)
And every time I need her, she need me (Woah)
OG, OG (Biggest)
OG, OG, OG (Yes, Maybach Music)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Zero hesitation when it come to livin’ (Huh)
I see the revelations, they become so vivid (Huh)
I see the dedication, not like other women (Not like other women)
Different destinations, you deserve those visits (Woo)
Started in the orphanage but now you fortunate (Yes)
Aviator shades, we switchin’ up all sort of shit (Uh)
I had a home just full of whores on Miami shores
Only exes know what go on when behind those doors
Follow code, my only feelings come in envelopes (Huh)
Hundred grand, rubber band, cold as a Michelob
And you know we get it for the wholesale
See me fishtail in a Porsche, stay off my coattail, yeah (Maybach Music)

[Outro: The-Dream]
Ain’t nothin’ better, so, girl, stop lookin’ around
Ain’t nothin’ better than you and me right now
Ain’t nothin’ better, stop starin’ in the crowd
I swear there’s nothing you can see that you ain’t already found
Oh, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, yeah, yeah
Survival

Rick Ross ft. Meek Mill – Bogus Charms + lyrics

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Rick Ross takes his fire to another level the moment on this track titled “Bogus Charms”. He features Meek Mill on this song off his Port of Miami 2 album

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Bogus Charms lyrics

[Intro: Sam Harvey]
M’-M’-M’
M’-M’-M’-Maybach Music

Broken memories
You will find a way

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Rule number one is you can never rat
Fucking with you suckers set a nigga back
Break ’em down to baby sacks of Similac
And the only things on tracks I’m serving is the facts
Wanna pop the chain, kill you for your charm
Never mind your name, call you Uncle Tom
Shoot in front of bitches, never made a difference
‘Cause impressing all the pigeons was the biggest interest
Quick to get it popping, nothing for your pockets
Crack melt like Baskin Robbins, never break a promise
Cops rushing doors, niggas flushing dope
Who really tipping Crime Stoppers? You would never know
Half my team illiterate, I know it sound pathetic
But we can each get a brick that’s on a line of credit
Lot of niggas died over fake pieces
And the day I go, I pray my son, he get to read this

[Chorus: Sam Harvey]
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don’t be afraid
Live on and you will find a way (Maybach Music)

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Uh, I only remember nights that was post-traumatic
So I’m never actin’ bougie like I was supposed to have it
Serving addicts, toting ladders, it was so dramatic
Putting friends before my family my worsest habit
‘Cause in my hood, it ain’t no friends when you get the Benz
‘Cause homie in the backseat wanna split your wig
Just to play the driver seat and say he hit a lick
And he gon’ post it on the ‘Gram like, “Don’t forget the vid'”
Seen niggas tell on their own homies just to get to LIV
Miami on a Sunday just to commit them sins
And these the ones we supposed to ride for, forget the kids
Throw your life away for a nigga that wouldn’t send your kids
Twenty dollars when you in your bid, this the way we live, the way we did
‘Cause I’m in the chains, fuck the way it is
The way it was, now the only way is up
I’m never into faking love, I’m only here to wake you up
Young nigga

[Chorus: Sam Harvey]
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don’t be afraid
Live on and you will find a way

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
In a 911, came without a ceiling
Can’t imagine all the pain your brother was concealing
When we order fully loaded ’cause it’s so appealing
Sue you and then do you for a couple million
Started from the bottom, rip the carpet up
Parents great examples ’cause they never argue much
Air conditioner in the window, watch the water drip
Premonitions of my death is what I wanna miss
Pretty pictures of my kids the only ones I kiss (Lord)
When you get a second chance, young brother, what a gift (Yes)
New obituaries everywhere I look
Praying every hour God keep me on His books (Jesus)
Cemeteries, we pull up on ’em in foreign cars (Jesus)
Extended payments elated, now met with open arms (Jesus)
Look at all these rappers wearing bogus charms (Lord)
When they barely pay for marijuana in cigars

[Chorus: Sam Harvey]
Broken memories always fade
Live on and you will find a way
Things will be okay, don’t be afraid
Live on and you will find a way

Rick Ross ft. Nipsey Hussle, Teyana Taylor – Rich Nigga Lifestyle + lyrics

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Rick Ross features Teyana Taylor and late music icon Nipsey Hussle in this track titled “Rich Nigga Lifestyle“, which is off his new album, Port of Miami 2.

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Rich Nigga Lifestyle lyrics

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Uh, tell me what your crib worth
I hear you talkin’ war‚ but have you lived first?
I’m just here to keep it real‚ not make you feel  worse
May be a lost cause‚ but let’s still search
Until the day I die, holdin’ my guns high
Rather have a friend than enemy, which one am I?
Fuck a bird box‚ I wanna see my brother fly
No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified
Walkin’ down the block holdin’ my boom box
Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube socks
They gon’ keep us in the ghetto ’til we move out
And we need some better books stocked in that schoolhouse
Rolls Royce weather
Rich dirty nigga‚ it took so much effort
I don’t give a fuck about who sold more records
Bein’ self-made give me so much leverage, Boss

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah

[Verse 2: Nipsey Hussle]
Look (Maybach Music)
How many niggas on your payroll?
Rich gangbangers, y’all ain’t even know they make those
Double caseloads, push buttons, I got say-so
When it’s war time, never lay low, y’all play roles
I can’t name a fake nigga that was not exposed
How y’all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told?
Ain’t a real street nigga ‘less you got a code
Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O’s
In the back of the ‘Bach, rock a lot of gold
Rap music on the charts like it’s rock and roll
Add somethin’ to the art, make a lot of dope
Gotta play my part from the start ’cause that’s all I know
Double M’s, double R’s, nigga, all I roll
Court side, goin’ viral when them punches thrown
On Crenshaw takin’ pictures like we Rich and Po
‘Nother rich rap nigga, word to Ricky Roz’ (Maybach Music)
Yeah

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Heard they wanna put ya boy to rest just like I’m Malcolm X
Jealous of my point-of-view, watchin’ the sunset
I just keep on movin’ so you won’t catch a contact
All my dirty niggas showin’ me where the love at
Drop the top, candy painted, haters eliminated
Take a photo for fanatics, I often demonstrate it
Rich nigga, dirty game, I’m talkin’ Nick Saban
Rich reignin’ every day, whiter than Dick Cheney
Dirty nigga, but my sneakers new
She can go and get the two-door in a week or two
Dirty nigga with a couple things I could treat her to
Or maybe send her to the jeweler just like Meek’d do
Real niggas that was born to kill
Dirty niggas touchin’ 40 mil’
40 cars on the sporty wheels
Gold bars in my shorty wheels

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Bridge: Teyana Taylor]
Ain’t nothin’ changed but the commas
They say the more money, more problems
But you don’t really want these problems
So watch what you say to me
Shorty, come easily
You ain’t who you claim to be
I’m just tryna keep it real
Ain’t no fucks around here
‘Cause we’re self-made
This forever is the lifestyle

[Chorus: Teyana Taylor]
Ooh
Got money, got women, got cash, I’ma spend it on you
Maybach all tinted, but you see how you’re livin’, ooh
It’s a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah)
I’m so iced out, yeah (Iced out, yeah)
Iced out, yeah
It’s a rich nigga lifestyle

[Outro]
M-M-M-Maybach Music

Rick Ross ft. DeJ Loaf – White Lines + lyrics

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Rick Ross features talented female rapper, DeJ Loaf on the fifth track of his Port of Miami 2 album, “White Lines.

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White Lines lyrics

[Intro]
Yo, Rozay
You got the perico?
(Maybach Music)
(Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Rick Ross & DeJ Loaf]
I hold my head up to the sky
While she be snortin’ white lines (Yeah‚ ooh)
I just roll a blunt of mine‚ I hold my head up to the sky
While she be snortin’ white lines
(Egyptian girl‚ she wanna build sand castles)
I just roll a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
She snortin’ white lines (Yeah, ooh)
I just hit a blunt of mine‚ I hold my head up to the sky
(Egyptian girl, she wanna build sand castles)
I just roll a blunt of mine


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I may pull up in a Porsche (In a Porsche)
Or may ride up on a horse (On a horse)
That’s what you call a fuckin’ boss
I know you see and smell the smoke (Smell the smoke)
But that’s the way I choose to float
But you could do just what you want
Silk shirts and gold ropes (Gold ropes)
But how we move, stay on the low (On the low)
She wanna hit the Cali slopes
I’m in that old-school bendin’ corners
Police can smell the marijuana (Marijuana)
But they respectin’ my persona

[Chorus: Rick Ross & DeJ Loaf]
I hold my head up to the sky
While she be snortin’ white lines (Yeah‚ ooh)
I just roll a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
While she be snortin’ white lines
(Egyptian girl, she wanna build sand castles)
I just roll a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
I just hit a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
She be snortin’ white lines
(Egyptian girl, she wanna build sand castles)

[Verse 2: Rick Ross & DeJ Loaf]
I flew her here to take her shoppin’
My credit card done got it poppin’
I put that pussy in my pocket
Cartier bracelet and locket
We like to film it, then we watch it
Tell your friend come join the party (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You a freak and I’m a prophet (A prophet)
Painted the Chevy doo-doo chocolate (Yeah, yeah)
I drop the top and let ’em watch these livin’ legends out the projects (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
The coolest bitches in the party (In the party)
We got ’em fuckin’ in the lobby (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Chorus: Rick Ross & DeJ Loaf]
I hold my head up to the sky
While she be snortin’ white lines (Yeah, ooh)
I just roll a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
While she be snortin’ white lines
(Egyptian girl, she wanna build sand castles)
I just roll a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
I just hit a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
She be snortin’ white lines

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Virgil sent me some sneakers suckers never seen (Never seen)
I’m out in Paris spendin’ cream, the Eiffel Tower’s on the list
Of place the missus never seen (Never seen)
For Louis V, I’m still a fiend, flip a brick and make a wish (Make a wish)
The DNA to be a king (Be a king)
Your favorite rapper facin’ liens
Come and get a hit of this (Hit of this)
My closest homies call it clean (Call it clean)
And I got you just what you need

[Chorus: Rick Ross & DeJ Loaf]
I hold my head up to the sky
While she be snortin’ white lines (Yeah, ooh)
I just roll a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
While she be snortin’ white lines
(Egyptian girl, she wanna build sand castles)
I just roll a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
I just hit a blunt of mine, I hold my head up to the sky
She be snortin’ white lines
(Egyptian girl, she wanna build sand castles), uh

Rick Ross – Turnpike Ike + lyrics

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Rick Ross unleashes yet another track off his upcoming album Port of Miami 2, titled “Turnup Ike”.

On “Turnpike Ike,” produced by Jake One, Rick Ross lays down some regal rhymes about “bad bitches” in California, Nicki Minaj, and his rags-to-riches story.

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Turnpike Ike lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross]
I told her that she can’t fuck me like a king no more
I told her she gotta make love to me like I’m a emperor, a emperor
Man, I done got money everywhere nigga but particularly that Turnpike south
It’s really a blessing to a young nigga like Renzel


[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Indictment on the way, I’ll say that on the case
When you get your first kilo, it should be on your face
Nigga movin’ like the mob, hundred thousand franks
Dry land when you wanna be out on the lake (Swish)
Determined to be one of the fortunate men
Bitches come from everywhere, once the hustlin’ commence
I see you prayin’, testifying, forgotten the time
Bottom line, your cars should get shot up like it were mine
20 round but the voodoo, let no humbie allowed
Mafutu, they’ll all know the spirit when I’ll be aroused
Made it to star island, started with a nickel rock
Who thought a project nigga get to get a yacht?
Two million dollars cash in the Range Rover
Opa-Locka airport lets get the plane loaded
I put it on the turnpike
Gold rims, whip real, blue bills duckin’ the termites


[Skit: Rick Ross & Female Vocal]
I’ma let one of my bad bitches tell y’all how much paper I got
Baby, what we living like? Twenty houses
What else? Fifty cars
Yeah, what that make you feel like?
Priceless baby
Huh, you live for me? Everyday
You would die for me? Right now
Huh, Double MG

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Turnpike, real earner, Ted Turner (Me)
Whip it in the kitchen that boy was a fast learner
Tryna live it up, two millions tucked in that new Bentley truck
Ain’t too many I can trust so shooters is a must
I reminisce when it was hit or miss
I was innocent ’til I hit a lick
Seven figures on a nigga mamma couch
Don’t want it here nobody talking ’bout their drought
I’m chilling in the yacht and my Mitchell & Ness
Stitches in my breaches, fifty-seveness
Switchers you can smell ’em on the internet
Ain’t beefing with nobody ’cause I’m killing it
I toss the pistol on the car chase (Wow)
They walk into the church just like the boy Mase (Lord)
I’m the man out in Barcelona (Boss)
Got a couple of bad bitches out in California

[Skit 2: Rick Ross & Female Vocal]
Real language, biggest
Tell these niggas some old shit bae
Baby, you’re the biggest (Huh, your fine ass)
The biggest boss, you’re my boss baby
How much money we gonna get?
We gon’ get all of it baby (Huh) We gon’ take it all honey
Turnpike Ike (Huh)
You’re the biggest baby, you’re the boss

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Go get a room, I’d rather turn ’em, I’m an [?]
I’m making move with all my range, you better call the cops
Second week, and I just had to go buy me a drop
Slick remarks and I’m in county, you licking the shot
Cold games, I gotta step out on [?] first
Gill green, the way I capture the moment with words
City mine, I keep the killers to fill up the church
Swear to God, the quarter kilo won’t get you a verse
Bring mine, stay on time, and that’s where we resign
Meanwhile, we’d be having such a meaningful time
Spiritual nigga, baptize up in G5
With bad bitches who’s idols feel with Nicki Minaj
Rags to richest, now I move with beautiful women
Newfound, new beginning, one day dada I grew to be winning
If you looking for me catch me on the turnpike
And when you see me, I’ma show what this work like, nigga

[Skit 3: Rick Ross]
Fuck you think this is? Turnpike Ike nigga
Isaac Hicks, rest in peace OG
Big Mike, Michael Delancey
Free Michael Delancey
Kenneth Williams, long live Black Bo
Carol city shit nigga

[Outro: Female vocal]
You’re a thoughtful nigga, boss
They won’t ever be a boss as big as you baby
You’re the biggest, the bigges boss
You’re the biggest, the bigges boss
You’re the boss, you’re the boss

Rick Ross ft. Drake – Gold Roses + Lyrics

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“Gold Roses” serves as the lead single off of Rick Ross’s 10th studio album, Port of Miami 2, and It features hip hop artiste Drake.

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Gold Roses lyrics

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah
I’m home now, it’s over now, so…
Yeah


[Verse 1: Drake]
She got a thing for Chanel vintage that dropped before she could speak English
Do you love me or love seekin’ attention, I mean which one is it?
You keep callin’ me ya twin, but twins ain’t this different
Mentally I’m already on next year, that’s some 20/20 clear vision
You sayin’ let you finish, I ain’t tryna hear it
I’m all for spiritual liftin’, but I don’t fly Spirit
I’m all for findin’ happiness, but down to die serious
All smiles, Kevin Durant trials
Had to blow it on the court, I must have blew a milli’
I’m walkin’ on all charges, that’s my new Achilles
I know they love to rock a check, but who gon’ do it really? Really?
My depositions never surface
Tanenbaum know the logo on the jersey, it’s gettin’ purchased
Ten years in and y’all yet to hear my most impressive verses
Paid the cost to be the boss wasn’t even my most expensive purchase
Trust when I say I’m never on the shit they assumin’ I’m on
Tales about me are like corridos in Culiacán
Sashimi from Saito, you know that man two Michelin Star
Postcard from Grace Bay, sendin’ my distant regards
Vision wasn’t mine, told my niggas the vision was ours
Still a part of shorty even if we’ve been livin’ apart
Roxx’ll do you filthy for me soon as I give him the nod
Meanin’ he’ll blast for me like puttin’ the 6 with the God
Hop on a float to show the city the one they appointed
The one that’s rebuildin’ schools and feedin’ the homeless
Hang with my niggas, but sometimes I be tryna avoid it
‘Cause they’ll get to poppin’ out of place like they double jointed
Goals was the top of the pyramid in this shitty world
“I gotta get the most of everything” is the axis on which it sit and twirls
Point blank period, like a City Girl and then I bring it back to 50 world

[Chorus: Drake & Rick Ross]
Ayy, woah
You made me this way, yeah
Before I’m gone outta this place, yeah
Put some flowers in my face, won’t you?
Let me know that I did okay, yeah
Don’t wait ’til some other day, no, no
They love to wait ’til it’s too late, it’s too late
This different right here, yo

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I was nominated, never won a Grammy
But I understand, they’ll never understand me
Lot of lives lost, but I never panicked
Lot of lines crossed, I never did a Xanny
A hundred room mansion but I felt abandoned
Love makin’ love, but where will love land me?
Jealous, so their bitches be actin’ like they sleepin’ on us
But they speakin’ on us, jewelers quote us even numbers
Still blowin’ smoke as angels float above us
Love givin’ back, but will they ever love us?
Chanel in the mail, FedEx from Pharrell
And what I got for sale just sit on the scale
Triple beam dream, a buck on the shades
I really seen things give mothers the shakes
I really bought cars for women on face
I know it seem odd, but money amazin’
College loans really did fuck up her credit
Discover cards, look back, I know she regret it
But we keep pushin’, keep our foot on the pedal
In the mirror she a blessin’, rebukin’ the devil
Livin’ on the edge, she keepin’ me level
Money come and go, I’ma keep you forever
Money come and go, I’ma keep you forever (Forever)
Slip-on glass slippers and tickle with feathers
Everywhere we go, we create a dilemma
Coming to America, really the set
I’ll let your soul glow, I’m keepin’ you wet
All my cold Decembers, I know she remembers
Forgiveness for a sinner, but is it that simple?
Holdin’ on your hands, your body’s a temple
Fly you out to Cannes, ménages with bitches
Lobsters and the prawns, thought you was Spanish
Bottles for the Don, our parties the biggest (Biggest, biggest)
(Maybach Music)

[Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, woah
You made me this way, yeah
Before I’m gone outta this place, yeah
Put some flowers in my face, won’t you?
Let me know that I did okay, yeah
Don’t wait ’til some other day, no, no
They love to wait ’til it’s too late, too late (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Had a dream she was singin’ to me like Gladys Knight
True love in the projects is called paradise
All your niggas left, you wasn’t actin’ right
But honesty itself a small sacrifice
My money bag heavy, got me packin’ light
You movin’ funny, can you fill my appetite?
Niggas’ conversations, a lot of it false
He own condos right over Carnegie Hall
Speak about your cars, but all of ’em parked
Your niggas’ money light, come out of the dark
You really are my type, that’s not a facade
One of the reasons why I write, we got a synopsis
I’m always at the top of barbershop gossip
After further thought, better not knock ’em
Allocate some dollars to go out shoppin’
Bitch, we on the real, it’s time to stop talkin’ (Stop talkin’, stop talkin’)

[Chorus: Drake]
Ayy, woah
You made me this way, yeah
Before I’m gone outta this place, yeah
Put some flowers in my face, won’t you?
Let me know that I did okay, yeah
Don’t wait ’til some other day, no, no
They love to wait ’til it’s too late, too late (Ayy)

Drake ft. Rick Ross – Money In The Grave + lyrics

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Drake treats us to another wave of hip-hop magic on Money In The Gave”, one from his “The Best In The World Pack” album. He features Rick Ross in this track.

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Money In the Grave lyrics

[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