conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Money in the Grave with the following description: “Money In The Grave” is a track that celebrates the Toronto Raptors' first NBA championship.
  On the track, Drake and Rick Ross discuss their successes and how people will try to feed off of the rappers' images even after death. The song title is a reference to burying money with the artists in their coffin so others can’t take it.
  Drake, a global ambassador for the Raptors, announced on Instagram after the game that this track and “Omertà” would be released together in celebration. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro: Drake]
  Yeah, okay
  Lil CC on the beat, mmm
  Yeah, yeah
  [Verse 1: Drake]
  I mean, where the fuck should I really even start?
  I got hoes that I'm keepin' in the dark
  I got my niggas '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: Drake]
  When I die, put my money in the grave
  I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
  Really just lapped every nigga in the race
  I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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: Drake]
  I was on top when that shit meant a lot
  Still on top like I'm scared of the drop
  Still on top and these niggas wanna swap
  Niggas 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: Rick Ross]
  Couple figures, killers call and collect (Collect)
  She fuck a nigga, then she on to the next (Next)
  Really livin' large, she in awe with a mack
  When you niggas 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', bitches know a big tipper (Tipper)
  I got the hookup and there's really no limit (Limit)
  Dead broke is in you nigga DNA (DNA)
  Rickey Smiley's in Decatur with the yé
  Lil' nigga, just another state case
  Bury my motherfuckin' Chase Bank, time to bounce (Bounce)
  Gotta count on my allowance (Gotta count on my allowance)
  You niggas snitches so I gotta reroute it (So I gotta reroute it)
  A nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas ain't livin', so bury mine with me
  Ross got it (
  Maybach Music
  ) [Chorus: Drake]
  When I die, put my money in the grave
  I really gotta put a couple niggas in they place
  Really just lapped every nigga in the race
  I really might tat "Realest Nigga" 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