Chords for Money In The Grave

_ [C] Yeah, _ Lil [Bbm] _ _
_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [Bbm] Cece on the [C] beat.
_ _ [Bbm] Yeah, yeah. _
_ _ [C] I mean, where the fuck should I [Bbm] really even start?
I got [F] hoes that I'm keeping in the dark.
I got my niggas cross the [Bbm] street living large.
Thinking [Ebm] back to the fact that they [Bb] dead, thought my raps wasn't facts, so they [Bbm] sat with the bars.
I got [F] two phones, one need to charge.
[Bb] Yeah, they twins, I could [Bbm] tear they ass apart.
I got [Ebm] big packs coming on the [Bb] way.
I got big stacks [Bbm] coming out to save.
I got [C] Lil Max with me, he the wave.
It's a big gap [Bbm] between us in the game.
In the [C] next life, I'm trying to stay paid.
When I die, I put my [Bbm] money in the grave.
When I [F] die, I put my money in the grave.
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place.
Really just slap every nigga in the race.
I really might tap realest [Bbm] nigga on my face.
Lil [F] Cece, 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 [Bbm] money, I done gave you.
I was on [F] top when that shit meant a lot.
Still on top like I'm scared of the drop.
Still on top, then these niggas wanna swap.
Niggas wanna swap like it's [Bbm] sauce in a watts.
I don't wanna [C] change, cause I'm good where I'm [F] at.
My tie, so I'm always [Bbm] good where I'm at.
Word to Junior, [C] Jazzy, Baby J.
Tell them when I [Bbm] die, I put my money in the grave.
Couple niggas kill a [F] skull and collect.
She a fucking nigga, then she [Bbm] on to the next.
Really living large, she an [F] org with a mack.
When you niggas think it's small, then [Bbm] I'm all with a rack.
Roll with us if you [F] really wanna get [Bbm] it.
Go get a half a million in a Sprinter.
Phone ringing, bitches [F] know a big tipper.
[Bb] I got the hook up and there's really no limit.
[F] Dead boogers in you [C] nigga DNA.
Ricky Smiley [Bb] syndicated with the Yate.
Lil' nigga just [C] another state case.
[F] Buried my mother fucking chase, bang, time to bounce.
Gotta count on my allowance.
You niggas bitches, so I [Bbm] gotta rewrite it.
That nigga dripping like I [F] got a zillion dollars.
Got the trap drumming like Zion [Bbm] when I'm rebounding.
Then I'm out, then I [C] never talk about it.
Homie's quiet but we all smoke the [Bbm] loudest.
Rich niggas and I'm [C] really being modest.
Cause the way I do my deals, never [Bbm] treated like an artist on the house.
You could [C] DM my accountant.
Might be DM six figures and I'm [Bbm] counting.
Nine figures was the [C] goal till I hit it.
These niggas ain't living, so [Bbm] bury mine with me, Ross got him.
When I [F] die, put my money in the grave.
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place.
Really just slap every nigga in the race.
I really might tap realest [Bbm] nigga on my face.
Lil' [F] CeCe, 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 [Bbm] die with no money out in Cape.
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