not the same (feat. C-Note Flexin')

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Bromeo

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(Ay ay ay)
(Yuh ay oouu what)
Got them racks (Yuh uh)
We got stacks (Huh yuh)
I make bands
We got fans (Huh yuh)
Diamond chains
We got fame
I'm not the same
Private planes
Ay stacking up racks until I reach a milli
She say I'm a clown she say bro you so silly
You know she a freak she be suckin my willy
You a broke lil bitch you got hundreds and fifties
Ay stacking my bands all the way to the sun
Don't take this shit serious I do it for fun
You briggas my bitches yea you are my sons
She suckin my dick and I ain't talking gun
Listened to your song and that shit was trash
I'm flippin the work and I get me a bag
I don't mean to flex yea I don't mean to brag
I ain't fucking with him yeah you know he a fag
I stay with my brother's I stay with my team
I'm fucking that bitch so hard she scream
This shit so crazy it feel like a dream
You playing with me you get hit with a beam
Yea yea yea you get with a beam
(Ay uh)
Right all up in yo spleen
(Uh uh)
Yeah you get hit with a beam
(Ay)
Right all up in yo spleen
Got them racks (Yuh uh)
We got stacks (Huh yuh)
I make bands
We got fans (Huh yuh)
Diamond chains
We got fame
I'm not the same
Private planes
We having more bells then a church
He chirping and cappin to much that motherfucker a bird
Been ballin all day like a motherfucker spur
We got it from nothing we came from the dirt
We getting some real racks f*ck what you heard
I hit up the plug and I said where's the work
Can't f*ck with that hoe she to motherfuckin burnt
She giving me brains like a motherfuckin nerd
Yeah
13 Plays in 33 seconds I feel like T Mac
My shooter they ready for anything
They really be out here for motherfuckin get back
I'm here for the money the blues the chips where the motherfuckin licks at
They really be talking but don't make a sound I ain't even here to chitchat
Big body big body look like a bus
You getting some money but nothing like us
I light up some grade A it stinks like some must
F*ck the security this pole Ima trust
I ball like a rocket you ball like a bust
All this money shit you ain't even touching us
You in the Side line steady watching us
Got them racks (Yuh uh)
We got stacks (Huh yuh)
I make bands
We got fans (Huh yuh)
Diamond chains
We got fame
I'm not the same
Private planes

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