Same Year Lyrics - Rich Homie Quan

Yeah we gon call this stadium music, ya nahmean 

I think that's how, 

Atlanta appropriate 

30 you a fool for this one 

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 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 

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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 anything 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) 

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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 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 

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 

Nothing giving 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 

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 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