Not the Same

My money strong, your shit weak, hey
Different colored diamonds on the beach, hey
Your girl pulled up on me, she's a creep, she wanna eat me
Money coming in, shit got easy

No, I can't decide with the Percs or the boot up
I'm high with the gods, bitch, I just chill with Buddha
Heard they bitin' swag, yeah, we call them barracudas
I said, fuck the Masi', baby, come hop in the tonka

I heard that you want this lifestyle but do it want you
This AP I got iced out, cost me a mill', yeah, like one or two
Always goin' do what I want, you couldn't do that if you wanted to
What the hell you really doin'? What you runnin' to?

Watch what you say or what you do or what you get into
I be high as hell, but I be on my business too
Baby said I'm fly, yeah, pulled up in a business suit
Please don't waste my time or I'ma block you and forget it's you

Yeah, after all the shit I did, you still just did it too
Is it the drugs, or it's the money, what got into you
What the hell you thinkin'? What you thinkin'? You not bulletproof
All it takes is just a second, just see what this bullet do

They said the wave wouldn't make it, bitch, I'm living proof
I had busted lil' shawty down inside the living room
She said she fell in love with me, just love my pickle too
You really be askin' for the world, then show it what you do

It's not that complicated, yeah
You just do what you do, don't need to complicate it
I was down on my own, I ain't hesitated
But now that I got rich, I wish I never made it, hey

My money strong, your shit weak, hey
Different colored diamonds on the beach, hey
Your girl pulled up on me, she's a creep, she wanna eat me
Money coming in, shit got easy

No, I can't decide with the Percs or the boot up
I'm high with the gods, bitch, I just chill with Buddha
Heard they bitin' swag, yeah, we call them barracudas
I said, fuck the Masi', baby, come hop in the tonka



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Writer(s): Noah Smith, Keandrian Jones, Marcos Anderson
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