Same Year

Yeah we gon call this stadium music, ya nahmean, I think that’s how, ya nahmean, Atlanta appropriate 30 you a fool for this one Chorus 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 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 Verse 1 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 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 Chorus 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 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 Verse 2 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 Chorus Yeah, 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 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