Same Ol’ (2018) lyrics
by Mick Jenkins
[Chorus]
I got b*tches, I got money, I got drugs, I got b*tches
I got b*tches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that's all I hear
Yeah, that's all I hear
I got b*tches, I got money, I got drugs, I got b*tches
I got b*tches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that's all I hear
Yeah, that's all I hear
[Verse]
Well I got money too
And I got common sense
We all know n*ggas that got guns
I ain't gonna talk that sh*t my n*gga
I'm on southside
On some parking sh*t my n*gga
We not parallel
On some narcissistic sh*t, I'm taking care of self
I be way too paranoid
I got on my Paramore
See it with some brand new eyes
I told you 'bout the Perrier
Told you you can catch me out in traffic off the Mary J
Bumping DJ Ferris getting carried away
I carry thrash on my situations damn near every day
Writing all my sections with the city like who is he
If that n*gga never keep it that real with me what's your story
All our sh*t like allegory
If you tell it n*gga told me
[Chorus]
I got b*tches, I got money, I got drugs, I got b*tches
I got b*tches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that's all I hear
Yeah, that's all I hear
I got b*tches, I got money, I got drugs, I got b*tches
I got b*tches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that's all I hear
Yeah, that's all I hear