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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