Future - Same Damn Time (Alternate Remix) lyrics

Hook: Future] I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time f**ing two bad b**hes, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] f** your sister and you girl at the same damn time All these diamonds that I rock could make a b**h go blind Yella ice, white ice at the same damn time Walkin' straight through the club, I don't stand in no line Know my gla**es Jimmy Chus but I got them Gucci shoes Rule the Louie V and Prada that I swear I'm so confused I got the future Linige mall in the same damn day Spendin' 10k in future, feel the same damn way Serve my baby momma brother, got the same ole grind Sellin' bricks, sellin' bills at the same damn time I get better every year so my flow is like wine I'm a rapper and a trapper at the same damn time [Hook: Future] I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time f**ing two bad b**hes, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time Puffy got a mansion, b**h I got the same damn kind Went and bought two sixty twos, at the same damn time Rock an AP and a Rolly, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time Still selling boy and girl, at the same damn time Selling cane, getting brain, at the same damn time All the women say my name, at the same damn time Letting off two different choppers at the same damn time Putting down in different projects at the same damn time Dope money still a object, it's the same damn grind But I got two platinum artists, at the same damn time Went and got two Maseratis at the same damn time Liberace, John Gotti, at the same damn time At the same damn time, it's the same damn grind Captain boy, cooking crack, at the same damn time On my Twitter writing raps, at the same damn time Getting head counting bread, at the same down time [Verse 3: Wale] She on Molly, she with Mary, at the same damn time We the squad, Young Folarin, out that Maybach Mob f** a tape, f** your broad Middle finger up, to the mother f**ing law No days off, Gunplay ball, sick with the cross like DeRon going off At the same damn time Shape like a eight, face like a nine Heard she dancin' at Kamal's, and she make too much to stop And she stripping, go to college And they trickin' her deposit While them b**hes always gossip, she busy going shopping At the same, at the same time And your girl don't show her face when I be FaceTimin' SB Nike's, with the grey box You in the past me and Future on the same watch [Hook: Future] I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time f**ing two bad b**hes, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time [Verse 4: Gunplay] All black, khaki jumper, actin' a donkey At the same damn time, got these b**hes poppin' monkey Metro Zoo in here, with my crew in here With all these hogs in the game no room for you in here Limo tints on my shades, skinnies on my blades Crocodile kicks like my hood the Everglades Rich forever paid Do it with no effort, now let's effin' celebrate Toast and spill the grapes, hoes catchin' vapes Toe touchin' freaks She jumped on my pole and did a pole trick for me Slippin' on ya pimpin' that means more grip for me Chrome lips on the Forgi's damn near swallowing the street You owe me, homie have that now I'm a pull that Gat out now Must be out your rabbit mind, I'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time [Verse 5: Meek Mill] I rock Gucci, I rock Louie, at the same damn time I shoot you and k** ya homie, with the same damn nine In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs I need a ho that's like my pro without the same damn mind At the same damn time, gettin' hit on by a couple hoes Two big faces on my wrist, boy I got a couple those I told her I love that p**y, she think we a couple though And she got a boyfriend but she say he a s**a though At the same time, pull up like James Bond In that Aston Martin on these n***as, game time Fresh a** Mike's, my Rollie on ice Got b**hes on Mollies, they rollin' all night I be way out in Cali, got hoes of all types With 80 racks in my pocket, n***a I go in all night [Hook: Everybody] I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time f**ing two bad b**hes, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time [Verse 6: Ludacris] Yeaah Luda is unstoppable, his money is astronomical Sell as many records as a n***a like me that sh** is just impossible Rappers is dillusional and now they talking more sh** Anything is lie when it coming out the mouth of a desperate starving broke b**h Choke b**h, you used to be good but now you're garbage Any n***a that wanna step up to the plate and battle will get demolished My flows is rubbing off just like their fingernail polish You rappers ain't got no swag, you need to k** your f**ing stylist They biting like piranhas then crying to their momma These n***as best to call their troops back like Obama That trash that you're spitting didn't faze me, matter of fact your record label still pays me See Luda never starting sh**, I'm always on my grind, but I'll respond to three rappers at the same damn time [Hook: Future] I wear Gucci, I wear bailey, at the same damn time On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time f**ing two bad b**hes, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars, at the same damn time On the sofa, poppin' bottles, at the same damn time