Same Year

Same Year - Rich Homie Quan

Yeah we gon call this stadium music ya nahmean

I think that's how ya nahmean Atlanta appropriate

Money don't make you real no

Money don't make a n***a real

I was real as f**k when I ain't have sh*t yeah yeah

I ain't took a loss since my n***a

Vick was quarterbackin' for the falcons yeah yeah

When I needed me a spot to hide it

I would stash the sh*t in the mattress woo oh 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 f**kin' baby ain't no in between

I hit dance moves in that P***y like I'm usher raymond like I'm usher baby

Bih 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 n***a slurrin bout his words

They can't understand a thing 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 n***a real

I was real as f**k when I ain't have sh*t yeah yeah

I ain't took a loss since my n***a

Vick was quarterbackin' for the falcons yeah yeah

When I needed me a spot to hide it

I would stash the sh*t in the mattress wooo oh 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

B**th you know it ain't nun for me to splurge

I bought the sh*t 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

Yeah money don't make a n***a real

I was real as f**k when I ain't have sh*t yeah yeah

I ain't took a loss since my n***a

Vick was quarterbackin' for the falcons yeah yeah

When I needed me a spot to hide it

I would stash the sh*t in the mattress wooo oh oooh

And I ain't start until I jumped off the porch

Felt like I was fastin' 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