โหลดเพลง mp3 Same Year - Rich Homie Quan

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