Yeah, okay'Lil CC, on the beat, hmYeah, yeahI mean, where the fuck should I really even start?I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the darkI got my niggas 'cross the street living largeThinking back to the fact that they deadThought my raps wasn't facts 'til they sat with the barsI got two phones, one need a chargeYeah, they twins, I could tell they ass apartI got big packs coming on the wayI got big stacks coming out the safe...I got Lil Max with me, he the wave...It's a big gap between us in the gameIn the next life, I'm tryna stay paidWhen I die, put my money in the graveWhen I die, put my money in the graveI really gotta put a couple niggas in they placeReally just lapped every nigga in the raceI really might tat, "Realest Nigga" on my faceLil CC, let it slap with the bassI used to save hoes with a mask and a capeNow I'm like, "Nah, love, I'm good, go away"Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave itI was on top when that shit meant a lotStill on top like I'm scared of the dropStill on top and these niggas wanna swapNiggas wanna swap like it's Slauson or WattsI don't wanna change 'cause I'm good where I'm atMob Ties on 'em, always good where I'm atWord to Junior, Jazzy, Baby JTell 'em when I die, put my money in the graveCouple figures, killers call and collect (collect)She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (next)Really living large, she in awe with a mackWhen you niggas thinking 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 ringing, bitches know a big tipper (tipper)I got the hookup and there's really no limit (limit)Dead broke is in you niggas' DNA (DNA)Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the 'yeLil' nigga, just another state caseBury my motherfucking Chase Bank, time to bounce (bounce)Gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (do or die)A nigga dripping like I got a zillion dollarsGot the trap jumping like Zion whenI rebound, 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 being modest'Cause the way I do my dealsNever treated like a artist, want house (house)You could DM my accountantMy per diem six figures and I'm countingNine figures was the goal 'til I hit itThese niggas ain't living, so bury mine with meRoss got it! (Maybach Music)
When I die, put my money in the graveI really gotta put a couple niggas in they placeReally just lapped every nigga in the raceI really might tat, "Realest Nigga" on my faceLil CC, let it slap with the bassI used to save hoes with a mask and a capeNow I'm like, "Nah love I'm good, go away"Ain't about to die with no money, I done gave you