Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Same Year, artist - Rich Homie Quan. Date of issue: 15.03.2018
Song language: English
Same Year |
| Money don’t make you real no |
| Money don’t make a nigga real |
| I was real as fuck when I ain’t have shit (yeah yeah) |
| I ain’t took a loss since my nigga Vick was quarterbackin' for the Falcons |
| (yeah yeah) |
| When I needed me a spot to hide it I would stash the shit in the mattress (woo |
| oooh) |
| And I ain’t start until I jumped off the porch felt like I was fast yeah |
| I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year) |
| I got back out, made a million the same year (same year) |
| My record like that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa) |
| Can’t mix feelings wit yo business ain’t no in between |
| Ain’t no in between when we fuckin' baby (ain't no in between) |
| I hit dance moves in that pussy like I’m Usher Raymond (like I’m Usher baby) |
| Bitch grab on my chain, scream Rich Homie Baby (rich homie baby) |
| Talk is cheap so we have million dollar conversations |
| Police tried to judge me cause I swerve |
| I done relapsed on the drink |
| Got a nigga slurrin' 'bout his words |
| They can’t understand anything I say |
| Got some niggas waitin' on the work |
| Waitin for me to put them thangs in motion |
| Concentration stuck on the money |
| Tunnel vision gotta stay focused |
| When I was locked in jail I had a motive |
| Get the money never go broke |
| Gotta start livin' by that quote |
| Since then I done made the most |
| Since then I done had to prove it |
| Hater wrong they said I couldn’t do it |
| Give it all gas and I damn near bust the motor (that right too) |
| Money don’t make you real no |
| Money don’t make a nigga real |
| I was real as fuck when I ain’t have shit (yeah yeah) |
| I ain’t took a loss since my nigga Vick was quarterbackin' for the Falcons |
| (yeah yeah) |
| When I needed me a spot to hide it I would stash the shit in the mattress (wooo |
| ooooh) |
| And I ain’t start until I jumped off the porch felt like I was fast yeah |
| I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year) |
| I got back out, made a million the same year (same year) |
| My record like that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa) |
| Can’t mix feelings wit yo business ain’t no in between |
| Business man business man, paper, I wasn’t never late goin' to work |
| Simon says give that boy the work, neighborhood always played the curb |
| Broke as hell only fifteen, gotta make it work by the first |
| Hit the mall friday let’s ball, bitch you know it ain’t nun for me to splurge |
| I bought the shit when all on serve, stayed down I had to wait my turn |
| I lost a couple shipment through the mail, after that a lesson what I learned |
| Nothin' givin' everything earned, my patna switched on me, yeah he turned |
| Big money talk and now I’m cool, you couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes |
| Money don’t make you real no |
| Money don’t make a nigga real |
| I was real as fuck when I ain’t have shit (yeah yeah) |
| I ain’t took a loss since my nigga Vick was quarterbackin' for the Falcons |
| (yeah yeah) |
| When I needed me a spot to hide it I would stash the shit in the mattress (wooo |
| oooh) |
| And I ain’t start until I jumped off the porch felt like I was fast yeah |
| I lost my freedom and grandma the same year (the same year) |
| I got back out, made a million the same year (same year) |
| My record like that gun boy that pistol clean (fa-fa-fa) |
| Can’t mix feelings wit yo business ain’t no in between |