Not The Same lyrics

Kickin' shit with no smell

Say she got a man, I keep it player

Don't speak to these hoes I'm just a slayer

I'm bool in my prime, 'cause our stars don't shine

Rollin' out my mind, yeah

When I pour a four up, slow up

I got hoes at the door

We got bags on the floor

We brought cash but we want more

It's not the same

We're not the same, we're not the same

Press a button, bitch I go up

Pressure a button, open doors

Bad bitches, they got mores

Be with fours, I had no choice

It's not the same

It's not the same, it's not the same

I was brought up a lil different

This Rollie here it ain't ticking

I prefer all of my bitches

Ratchet but they get exquisite

Fuck her and give her the business

Long as the bank print it

I'ma get up and go get it

Damn it's a wonderful feeling

I keep them racks just like tennis

Two hundred my dash, digit

Fuck around and got a ticket

Living life so relentless

Bitch I'm cool like a frigid

Bitch I'm crafty like linen

Bitch I ball with no pivot

Louis V down my ears

Kickin' shit with no smell

Say she got a man, I keep it player

Don't speak to these hoes I'm just a slayer

I'm bool in my prime, 'cause our stars don't shine

Rollin' out my mind, yeah

When I pour a four up, slow up

I got hoes at the door

We got bags on the floor

We brought cash but we want more

It's not the same

We're not the same, we're not the same

Press a button, bitch I go up

Pressure a button, open doors

Bad bitches, they got mores

Be with fours, I had no choice

It's not the same

It's not the same, it's not the same

Don't do no relations

I fuck these hoes on the daily

You having screens attached

I don't agree with that

You steady screaming facts

I don't believe in that

Nigga we not the same

I just blew out the brain

Got on Dior Sauvage

She all on my private part

You opping shit from hard

You opping shit from hard

I had to play my cards

Got foreigns inside my garage

We on the DL, I keep it three player

Kickin' shit with no smell

Say she got a man, I keep it player

Don't speak to these hoes I'm just a slayer

I'm bool in my prime, 'cause our stars don't shine

Rollin' out my mind, yeah

When I pour a four up, slow up

I got hoes at the door

We got bags on the floor

We brought cash but we want more

It's not the same

We're not the same, we're not the same

Press a button, bitch I go up

Pressure a button, open doors

Bad bitches, they got mores

Be with fours, I had no choice

It's not the same

It's not the same, it's not the same

• Artist:Kollision
• Album:Better Than Yesterday