WE NOT THE SAME Songtext
von Jace!
WE NOT THE SAME Songtext
I was smoking on dope
Why you on my phone with nothin′ told her bye hoe?
And this car cost a hundred, what would I let you drive for?
I told her leave it
If she ain't gon′ leave it
Then I'm gon' start leavin′
I′m gon' hit her from the back, okay
I Michael Jackson, beat it
I don′t care how bad the lil bitch is
These hoes is still deceivin'
I just spent the rack in Neiman′s
I just took this bitch to Venus
How is ya doin'?
I get money, I′m talkin' it fluent
I'ma hop in that truck, it′s a dooly
And my jeweler make her start droolin′
I'm like, okay, really, it really aint too much to say
I Roll up and start my day, you in the way
I′m finna pour up an eight
You finna pour up a trey
We not the same
I'm doin′ shit for the gang
You doin' shit for the fame
That′s so lame
I still take that Rari in the rain and it spin out
And i hope you always love me
Cause you decided to push my kids out
This shit deeper than rap, lil baby
This ain't about money Dummy
I go fhh- beep, count that money
Dummy
And my bm lame poppin funky monkey
She gon' get me drained
I put that on my gang
If you want my name
Have her set up that stain, dummy
I should talk to Granny every day But I be in my brain
I be feelin′ like it′s
Just not my place Dummy
Wait, that's not what I should think
But I hate when shit change
When I got up and got some change
That′s when you fuck niggas
Try to change on me Dummy
Wait, I was all on my 'lone
Wait I was smoking on dope
Why you on my phone with nothin′ told her bye hoe?
And this car cost a hundred, what would I let you drive for?
I told her leave it
If she ain't gon′ leave it
Then I'm gon' start leavin′
I′m gon' hit her from the back, okay
I Michael Jackson, beat it
I don′t care how bad the lil bitch is
These hoes is still deceivin'
I just spent the rack in Neiman′s
I just took this bitch to Venus
How is ya doin'?
I get money, I′m talkin' it fluent
I'ma hop in that truck, it′s a dooly
And my jeweler make her start droolin′
I'm like, okay, really, it really aint too much to say
I Roll up and start my day, you in the way
I′m finna pour up an eight
You finna pour up a trey
We not the same
Why you on my phone with nothin′ told her bye hoe?
And this car cost a hundred, what would I let you drive for?
I told her leave it
If she ain't gon′ leave it
Then I'm gon' start leavin′
I′m gon' hit her from the back, okay
I Michael Jackson, beat it
I don′t care how bad the lil bitch is
These hoes is still deceivin'
I just spent the rack in Neiman′s
I just took this bitch to Venus
How is ya doin'?
I get money, I′m talkin' it fluent
I'ma hop in that truck, it′s a dooly
And my jeweler make her start droolin′
I'm like, okay, really, it really aint too much to say
I Roll up and start my day, you in the way
I′m finna pour up an eight
You finna pour up a trey
We not the same
I'm doin′ shit for the gang
You doin' shit for the fame
That′s so lame
I still take that Rari in the rain and it spin out
And i hope you always love me
Cause you decided to push my kids out
This shit deeper than rap, lil baby
This ain't about money Dummy
I go fhh- beep, count that money
Dummy
And my bm lame poppin funky monkey
She gon' get me drained
I put that on my gang
If you want my name
Have her set up that stain, dummy
I should talk to Granny every day But I be in my brain
I be feelin′ like it′s
Just not my place Dummy
Wait, that's not what I should think
But I hate when shit change
When I got up and got some change
That′s when you fuck niggas
Try to change on me Dummy
Wait, I was all on my 'lone
Wait I was smoking on dope
Why you on my phone with nothin′ told her bye hoe?
And this car cost a hundred, what would I let you drive for?
I told her leave it
If she ain't gon′ leave it
Then I'm gon' start leavin′
I′m gon' hit her from the back, okay
I Michael Jackson, beat it
I don′t care how bad the lil bitch is
These hoes is still deceivin'
I just spent the rack in Neiman′s
I just took this bitch to Venus
How is ya doin'?
I get money, I′m talkin' it fluent
I'ma hop in that truck, it′s a dooly
And my jeweler make her start droolin′
I'm like, okay, really, it really aint too much to say
I Roll up and start my day, you in the way
I′m finna pour up an eight
You finna pour up a trey
We not the same
Writer(s): Jace Salter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

