Money In The Grave - Drake ft. Rick Ross - Chords

         Em                                  Bm
I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
                      Em
I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
                            Bm
I got my niggas 'cross the street livin' large
                      Em
Thinkin' back to the fact that they dead
                                       Bm
Thought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the bars
                  Em
I got two phones, one need a charge
                           Bm
Yeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apart
                 Em
I got big packs comin' on the way
                  Bm
I got big stacks comin' out the safe
                               Em
I got Lil Max with me, he the wave
                 Bm
It's a big gap between us in the game
                                  Em
In the next life, I'm tryna stay paid
                    Bm
When I die, put my money in the grave


[Chorus]
                    Em
When I die, put my money in the grave
                              Bm
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
                          Em
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
                             Bm
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face
               Em
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
                                       Bm
I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
                                        Em
Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"
                                          Bm
Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it



                        Em
I was on top when that shit meant a lot
                        Bm
Still on top like I'm scared of the drop
                                     Em
Still on top and these niggas wanna swap
                              Bm
Niggas wanna swap like it's Slauson or Watts
                                               Em
I don't wanna change 'cause I'm good where I'm at
                         Bm
Mob ties, so I'm always good where I'm at
                            Em
Word to Junior, Jazzy, Baby J
                             Bm
Tell 'em when I die, put my money in the grave



                                   Em
Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)
                                      Bm
She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)
                                        Em
Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
                                                  Bm
When you niggas thinkin' small in the mall with a rat (Rat)
                                 Em
Roll with us if you really wanna get it (Get it)
                                  Bm
Go get a half a million in the Sprinter (Sprinter)
                                    Em
Phone ringin', bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)
                                        Bm
I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)
                           Em
Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
                                    Bm
Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the ye
                                Em
Lil' nigga, just another state case
                             Bm           
Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)
                    Em
Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)
                                 Bm
You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)
                                        Em
A nigga drippin' like I got a zillion dollars
                                        Bm
Got the trap jumpin' like Zion when I rebound it
         Bm
Then I'm out (Then I'm out)
                     Em
And I'll never talk about it (About it)
                                         Bm
The homies quiet, but we all smoke the loudest (Loudest)
                                   Em
Rich niggas and I'm really bein' modest
                                                    Bm
'Cause the way I do my deals, never treated like a artist
          Bm
Want the house (House)
                  Em
You could DM my accountant
                                  Bm
My per diem six figures and I'm countin'
                      Bm
Nine figures was the goal 'til I hit it
        Em                          Bm
These niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me

Ross got it (Maybach Music)



                    Em
When I die, put my money in the grave
                              Bm
I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
                          Em
Really just lapped every nigga in the race
                             Bm
I really might tat "Realest Nigga" on my face
               Em
Lil CC let it slap with the bass
                                       Bm
I used to save hoes with a mask and a cape
                                        Em
Now I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"
                                          Bm
Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave it