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spectre (rapper) - money in the grave lyrics

[intro: spectre0799]
yeah, okay
lil cc on the beat, mmm
yeah, yeah

[verse 1: spectre0799]
i mean, where the f+ck should i really even start?
i got hoes that i’m keepin’ in the dark
i got my n+ggas ‘cross the street livin’ large
thinkin’ back to the fact that they dead
thought my raps wasn’t facts ’til they sat with the bars
i got two phones, one need a charge
yeah, they twins, i could tell they ass apart
i got big packs comin’ on the way
i got big stacks comin’ out the safe
i got lil max with me, he the wave
it’s a big gap between us in the game
in the next life, i’m tryna stay paid
when i die, put my money in the grave

[chorus: spectre0799]
when i die, put my money in the grave
i really gotta put a couple n+ggas in they place
really just lapped every n+gga in the race
i really might tat “realest n+gga” on my face
lil cc 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 money, i done gave it
[verse 2: spectre0799]
i was on top when that sh+t meant a lot
still on top like i’m scared of the drop
still on top and these n+ggas wanna swap
n+ggas wanna swap like it’s slauson or watts
i don’t wanna change ’cause i’m good where i’m at
mob ties, so i’m always good where i’m at
word to junior, jazzy, baby j
tell ’em when i die, put my money in the grave

[verse 3: spectre0799]
couple figures, k!llers call and collect (collect)
she f+ck a n+gga, then she on to the next (next)
really livin’ large, she in awe with a mack
when you n+ggas thinkin’ 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 ringin’, b+tches know a big tipper (tipper)
i got the hookup and there’s really no limit (limit)
dead broke is in you n+gga dna (dna)
rickey smiley’s in decatur with the yé
lil’ n+gga, just another state case
bury my motherf+ckin’ chase bank, time to bounce (bounce)
gotta count on my allowance (gotta count on my allowance)
you n+ggas snitches so i gotta reroute it (so i gotta reroute it)
a n+gga drippin’ like i got a zillion dollars
got the trap jumpin’ like zion when i rebound it
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 n+ggas and i’m really bein’ modest
’cause the way i do my deals, never treated like a artist
want the house (house)
you could dm my accountant
my per diem six figures and i’m countin’
nine figures was the goal ’til i hit it
these n+ggas ain’t livin’, so bury mine with me
ross got it (maybach music)
[chorus: spectre0799]
when i die, put my money in the grave
i really gotta put a couple n+ggas in they place
really just lapped every n+gga in the race
i really might tat “realest n+gga” on my face
lil cc 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 money, i done gave it

- spectre rapper lyrics

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