Nothing Was the Same (Things Change)

Yea I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint
Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank
Tryna make a million
I'm tryna break the bank
Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?

She gone shake it, shake it like im throwing dollar bills
Got em from the bottom of the wood to the hills
Do this shit foreal, she don't do it for the thrills
Jiggle all real, and I know by how it feels
Yea we keep it all the way 100 round here
I done came a long way from where I was last year
Yea these hoes used to clown me like boy get yourself from here
Now im balling bitch and still rocking Cortez's all year
Rap game don't wanna see a homie on top
Entourage full of shooters and they scoping out the op's
Steelo been the same but they never gave me props
Got the girl pussy popping, dropping ass like its hot

I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint
Lil baby wake up in go hard on the drank
Tryna make a million
I'm tryna break the bank
Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?

I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint
Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank
Tryna make a million
I'm tryna break the bank
Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?

Yea I be getting money but i'm tryna get some mo
And everywhere I go, I'm avoiding 5-0
Cause fucking with the cops they gone leave yo ass broke
They just wanna see you on a bus to Chino
Yea in ever since I been out bitches tryna cash out
Got some baddies walking around the house with they ass out
All my ex bitches wanna fuck but they assed out
Shmurda shit, shawty give me neck til I pass out
All my bitches love me, said they never gone stop
Think they love me now, imagine when i'm on top
Cause all of a sudden, I got every flavor in stock
If I fuck with white girls, ima get em from the block
They don't want my money, I don't never spend a dime
They just wanna be around a real one that grind (aye)
They know that everything I want gone be mine (aye)
Speak it into existence when a muthafucka rhyme (aye)

I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint
Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank
Tryna make a million
I'm tryna break the bank
Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?
I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint
Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank
Tryna make a million
I'm tryna break the bank
Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?

Tell these muthafuckas that I'm wit it
They didn't see the vision, until all of a sudden we living it
Represent this side watch me get it
I ain't worried about a thing cause my future is vivid
In a see em hating a young, got em livid
Screaming fuck em all and you can tell em I said it
Cause I ain't tripping on nothing, i'm doing me
Never worried about a thang

The fuck that got to do with me?
Ready Freddy I'm deading every fucking body
And heading straight to the top, watch me pop
I'm on they head
And its a crazy fucking feeling when you know that they feel it
Show em something different, I ain't never had to steal it
Got these bitches in my dm and they tryna be my b.m
Only hit me in the p.m. but I act like I don't see em
Got this money on my mind, baby i'm doing fine
I ain't got a thing for you, and that's including my time
Tokes told me get it going, so I think its time to show em
Something they need to know, and if they don't then here you go
Cause its only just the beginning
Homie I ain't even winning yet
Hit me when the album drop, act like you ain't heard me bitch

I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint
Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank
Tryna make a million
I'm tryna break the bank
Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?
I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint
Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank
Tryna make a million
I'm tryna break the bank
Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?
I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint
Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank
Tryna make a million
I'm tryna break the bank
Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?
I wake up in the morning, I go hard in the paint
Lil baby wake up and go hard on her drank
Tryna make a million
I'm tryna break the bank
Still ain't there but all my bitches bad, what you think?



Credits
Writer(s): Armando Soto, Glenn Spears
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