Joey Fatts - Same Sh%t lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] 850, three and a quarter leather Looks can k**, AK-47, stainless steel Rep that of a veteran Keep it real, audio dope cheffin' Cane no half steppin' No footprints on the shipment guaranteed freshness You gon' need this like money and weapons Ain't finish your first dose and you feinin' your next one We did created monsters by dropping all this bomb sh** Bullsh** behind us, we do not see all the nonsense I'm in the Bentley on Naj, I'm feeling quite accomplished dawg Don sh**, what you know n***a Go somewhere and find your ho she on her toes for daddies' dope Peep the stroll Bank role, rubber band knots did a grip a show, the rubber band pop Can't fold, when I am buried off this liquid, we let the bank hold it Gold totally legit, paper washing rents, clean dollars make more sense Spendin' like this dirty world we livin' in Burnin' that fire with the ghetto children Tellin' me they gon' live that life until it k** em' All I can say is lord forgive them as we smoke behind them project buildings [Hook: Joey Fatts] Different day but on that same sh** Blowin' kush while I lane switch Paper chasin' with a bad b**h Different day but on that same sh** Getting' money f**in' hoes, if you bout your dough then you know just how it go It's a different day, but a n***a on that same sh**, same sh** Yeah a n***a on that same sh** [x2] [Verse 2: Joey Fatts] It's a different day But a n***a still on that same sh** today Blowin' kush any hot n***a can get today Gold chain feelin' like a money mixture day Ridin' round strapped tell Rico get that sh** today On that paper chasin', ain't got time to care what these n***as say I just let em hate cause all their b**hes wanna f** We like a basketball player, they tryna pick and roll with us Cause all my n***as gettin' paid, we all gon' f**, there ain't no rush But I keep that on the hush though They love the sound of jet life and cut throat Young n***as ball no fumble b**h I ball no huddle never lettin' up Smokin' all the trees but still a young n***a paper up But never can I get enough of all them nights I didn't have it Slept on that floor but now my money flip like dirty mattress Wouldn't before but now she f** a n***a off my status One thing for sure this b**h not gettin' outta packin' cabbage from the kid Better swoop that 36 Bustin' down supply all my n***as cause it's enough money to go around We about to run the town just a bunch of young n***as gettin' paid And tomorrow is gonna be the same sh**, just a different day [Hook: Joey Fatts]