Money In The Grave (feat. Rick Ross) - Drake

Ma, hey give me a black bottle I can't dance good but I'mma dance tonight, you hear me? Baby just don't step on my feet, nigga toes hurting Uh, uh Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy Enchanted by women who speak nasty Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week Leaning on my lawyer pinky looking glassy Charges dropped, these plaintiffs just wanna tax me Secret service wanna see me driving taxis Hug my attorney and then we do the money dance Whitey Bulge' your horse, soldier leaving Vietnam Pledge allegiance to the flag Where we keep it 100 and get your money back Pull a plug, brain dead, dope game nigga Knew the rolls was fake and so we brought the real with us Repertoire hustle such a tenacity High roller, bet us another masterpiece More Rakim then maybe Master P Crazy nigga paid in full I'm tryna buy the beach Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind Slight two step as I check the time Rub my hands when my palms itch 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless This the sway of a rich nigga Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf Two private Jets what this nigga's worth No girl under 10 No whip under a hundred grand Oh yeah, oh yeah Man I make this money dance I criss cross, she sun tans Propellers out the window over our lands Where I land Girl we make that money dance Top Forbes, poor formal education Top floors, cop rooms on reservations Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe Ex cheerleader flipping now this nigga truth Money piles have got me out on Sunny Ave Black with me everywhere I go he'll gun you down Full clips, magazines yeah the Forbes list If it's off a nickel recount it, it's boss shit But when they right we do the money dance Fly nigga my nigga Randall Cunningham When she hear the slang then she know the name Italian coupes for the suits I spend it on the chain Pool so long we should take a swim I like that ass fat, I can spread it thin I wanna see your friends come do the money dance Black bottle boys, we got these bitches holding hands Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind Slight two step as I check the time Rub my hands when my palms itch 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless This the sway of a rich nigga Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf Two private Jets what this nigga's worth No girl under 10 No whip under a hundred grand Oh yeah, oh yeah Man I make this money dance I criss cross, she sun tans Propellers out the window over our lands Where I land Girl we make that money dance Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance Come on y'all yeah you know we got it Dance, dance, dance, dance Dance, dance, dance, dance Uh, I feel wonderful, how about yourself? You rolling with the real niggas you know we got it As the world turn and the weed twist Flew a hundred niggas to Veil on a ski trip Put away the dope we can see the slopes We built this shit together why it mean the most Head on collision somehow I walk away Give you music for free recouping with the yay You're rocking with the bowtie Don In god we trust, I bust and post bond In the hood we the Run-DMCs Best quotes and ropes we don't need Death Row on foul like Cool C Big flossy the bitches like "who's he?" The corvette was a beast I had to lease Six months then we're free to holler, "peace" Dead wrong my nigga, Miami river cops Leave you floating, hope you getting them ten a pop Caution, I'll approach you with a business mind Slight two step as I check the time Rub my hands when my palms itch 50 in the bank diamonds looking flawless This the sway of a rich nigga Praying for the day my nigga seeing 6 figures Black bottles popping when I'm on the turf Two private Jets what this nigga's worth Atlanta, Miami, Rosé We're like 2Pac and Vante They sent my nigga on house arrest I'm coming through niggas they ain't stopping this I bring the beach to the front door All bitches out the pool we need to park the boat Turn South Georgia to Florida And turn the rest over to the lawyers Cause we ain't tryna hurt nobody Just tryna bring life to the party If I ain't change you mind think whatever One thing you can't change is I changed the weather And this my Roc-A-Fella flow And you just on hella dope, I'm hella dope This for real niggas with Maybachs All debts forgiven this is the payback Yea, see what I did right there? I just made that money dance Hah, oh shit, Ross (Dance, dance, dance, dance) And we live from Atlanta, Georgia nigga (Dance, dance, dance, dance) Yeah, yeah, see you on the other side (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance) (Dance, dance, dance, dance)

I don't got a single sober vein in my body I-I don't got a single sober vein in my body (Do not, do not, do not, do not) Don't apologize, I quite enjoy messy I see that bottle after bottle got you goin' crazy And doin' shows after shows got me so lazy So ride it out for me, and take it off for me It's a good vibe, good vibe, good vibe Don't you ever threaten niggas with a good time She wanna buy a dream, I said I don't sell it But she can rent it for a night, I don't mind, open wide 'Cause all this fame, I earned it, I might as well use it Private elevator goin' straight to my unit All my niggas 'round me, gettin' kickback pussy All my killas 'round me, all be hiding in Stussy Can't nobody stop me, used to be homeless Now that penthouse at the Ritz where my home is Tour bus like a National Geographic Bitches runnin' wild gettin' faded in the bathroom It makes me smile, it makes me smile 'Cause I got it It makes me smile, it makes me smile 'Cause I got it All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece But now we got it (ooh, ooh) Man, look at the kid now, can nobody stop me? I don't got a single sober vein in my body Fuck her like a thug nigga, young nigga, new Ferrari Old money, I just 'fraid the Lord with us Condo blow money, like it's all dope money Come short, wet niggas like a speed boat coming, oh Lord More money, more money, these rich young niggas ain't ever know money Belaire running down the Rollie on her arm Pinky ring six-hundred, what you know about it? I'm the champ, baby, Real Deal Holyfield Got the bitches, want it dirty, went and bought the crib 25 mill', I'm doing 25-to-life 100 acres, keep my shooters all through the night Every chandelier ran a nigga, one-mil 20 chandeliers, motherfucker who real? I just wanna show her what I live like Wearing a white Birkin on a winter night Fuck a Birkin, now she in the Bentley That's when she went and tatted double MG Now our bond deep, deeper than the rap She give me brain, she a mastermind to be exact She a mastermind to be exact I give her game and she give it back Sip syrup so I fuck slow Sip more I wanna fuck more Gotta grind 'til your eyes close Stay strapped 'til the trap close They scream Maybach on the cell blocks All my dawgs who used to sell blocks They say the niggas in the jail talk How your homies' commissary fell off What make it worse he got an elbow 25-to-life dead wrong on the cell phone It makes me smile, it makes me smile 'Cause I got it It makes me smile, it makes me smile 'Cause I got it All the pain, sweat and tears, just to get a piece But now we got it (ooh, ooh) Man, look at the kid now, can nobody stop me? I don't got a single sober vein in my body

Ace Hood, Rosay We the fucking best, Maybach It's so incredible I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga I'm like fresh outfit, blunts they lit And a nigga out in bout who don't buck a shit Yeah I gave you a classic in my day view Cash flow for the hoes I bought (straight to) You wanna ride you can't be acting like Dre foo' N.W.A, I bet you ace played you Hollywood, Hollywood, I see the big lights And I'm with my big homie Ricky, nigga, yeah right Every minute that my heart pump blood Fuck what you heard, momma raised a fucking thug Money on my mind, imagine what's up in the trunk And it get me to the life of funk driver slow as fuck On the other ridges feeling like a billionaire (boss) A got a couple mill, a couple more an' I'm really there Haters talk around me fuck 'em like I really care When we handle our business, sorry, they were never there I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Money ain't a thing I remain blinged up Hundred on the chain, bitch, I think I'm King Tuck A nigga, young and rich, who feel like can't be touched Forty stacks for the shades, so I can't see much Unless you get the dollars, still talking cash flow Thousand dollar bill president Fidel Castro Nigga with a attitude .50 and a mac-10 Ross cool as Ice Cube, dicky and the black chef I'm in a heli-chopper staring at the boat docks Good weather, good weather means more flux Look in my eyes, you can tell I'm seeing so clear I get them bitches a prison an' feeling no fear More money means more Louis, carry on When I touch your city you should see how hoes, carry on Bitch, what's my name? Ace fucking Hood, ain't a damn thang change us I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga Shit, shit and I'm a getting money ass, nigga Fast with the duffle bags with the cash in it White squares that's equivalence of mo dough I hear my nigga, Ricky, selling on my promo I make it rain, hoe better wear your poncho To seek me on my TMO, I get you mo slow The good life beats side of my condo You know the name ask Jermaine on cut though Wooh, you talking funny, would you fucking with the franchise? I decide how much you form the shit we let ride I gave niggas your first start up Showed you how to dress, made the hood be a part of Maybe I should have kept my thought off It's all good neither he'd hit the guard off Now you shit, nigga, garbage you's a rat Never build for this mob shit I do it for the thugs and the motherfucking gangstas I do it for the strippers and the bitches put their ass up I do it for the haters that them never put their hands up I do it for the hustlers and this bitch throwing their grass up Nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga, get money nigga

Color Money (Aye call lil homie to the stage the one that's got that Color Money) Trappin for the color money Make it happen for the color money 305 nigga You know what it is If you wanna get a block then you should see the man Diamonds all through the watch and you should see the band Bottle in the club got me screaming color money Got her selling pussy for the love of the money Indictments coming and I really think they coming for me In the box Chevy pussy nigga gunning for me Catch a flight to Paris time to get some other money You still alive cuz you niggas still running from me Get it down even if a nigga momma know me Put it down quarter key in every category If you real all we kill for is color money Fuck where you from cuz all we deal with is color money I got a duffle bag that I wanna shop with Or get another double R to cut the top with Or hit the booty club to go and get some pussy whip I might buy a bitch a Benz if he pussy whip Color money Color money Blackjack Black Bottles with the Black Cards Only nigga that you know with two NASCAR's Sell a lot of record but I make a brick jump Make her sign a prenup just to get my dick sucked Color money got your bitch out on a world tour My lil homie made a million on his girl tour We back to back and down to whack a nigga unborn Miami niggas got them changing all the gun laws So run Forrest got some shooters and they dying too I got more money than that pussy that you're signed to Survive who call this a color money conversation A hundred stacks will cover everything I'm contemplating Full confrontation home invasion for the quarter key Them cheap ass condos ain't the safest place you want to be Call him a C.O. but you better not go call police So when I see you I'ma give you what you wanna see You wanna see? Color money Color money Rob a nigga close to me you better bring it back Until the day we even steven tell you bring it back Red rubies on they can't believe a nigga rap Color money still feed niggas in the trap You got the Rolie with the red face The red ring nigga looking like a fair case Fuck all these rappers real talk cuz I ain't fucking with em Double M we balling way harder than Puff and em It ain't no love loss I only see one boss You looking at him when they got the guns going off And all the bitches on the staff and they get a check So bust it open never test a nigga intellect Color money Color money

My chick bad, looking like a bag of money That chick bad, looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I treat her good and she always ride it for me My chick bad, looking like a bag of money That chick bad, looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I treat her good and she always ride it for me She got me caught up in the moment She got me caught up in the moment I only kiss her when she on it Treat her good, make her call me in the morning My chick bad, looking like a bag of money That chick bad, looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I treat her good and she always ride it for me My chick bad, looking like a bag of money That chick bad, looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I treat her good and she always ride it for me Temporary forever, levitate with a n**** I can teach you, till you hate me but you hate them naval kisses We can do like 8 positions Hit it til your make up missing Baby girl my stroke official And you know I paint that picture Hoes on my line, most of 'em 9's Couple of 'em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find And I ain't always on the prowl its just my soda mixed with brown Got me quite open for a while So let me in or let me out And I like my marijuana bright And I like my window tinted out Shout out them strippers who hustle Yeah George you know what this about I just might throw a big amount Don't know if I'm 'posed to take you out I just know I'm 'posed to praise you up Don't mean I ain't 'posed to take you down Word up My chick bad, looking like a bag of money That chick bad, looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I treat her good and she always ride it for me My chick bad, looking like a bag of money That chick bad, looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I treat her good and she always ride it for me My chick bad looking like a bag of money E'rry time she f*** me she say "can I have some money?" And I say "can I get a threesome?" She say "boy, you funny" But I be like foreal, just pick up that phone Call on one of your girls When I'm on that pill and I pop that perc Girl I put in that work Long as she come to me first Its 14 racks what I put on that purse Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad When I murk through passed in a dark blue jag Say she like my style but I talk too fast And I got that drive and she just might crash Hold up She say she f****** with me the long way She gon' ride this d*** I had a long day N**** look at my chick you looking the wrong way Something mean, look exactly just like the song say My chick bad, looking like a bag of money That chick bad, looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I treat her good and she always ride it for me My chick bad, looking like a bag of money That chick bad, looking like a bag of money I go and get it and I let her count it for me I treat her good and she always ride it for me She got me caught up in the moment She got me caught up in the moment I only kiss her when she on it Treat her good, make her call me in the morning