Future - Same Damn Time (Young Jeezy Remix) lyrics

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Future - Same Damn Time (Young Jeezy Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Future] I rock Gucci I rock Bali 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 2 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 popping bottles at the same damn time [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Young on the remix he goin crazy Is that a hermes belt that sh** is crazy Both the rarri and the harley got the same damn pipes If i stack up all these hunnits, itd be the same damn height Every time i see her out she with the same damn dikes Bad b**hes on deck, we got the same damn likes Drinkin sprite, wearing coatless at the same damn time Every the n***a holla, he want the same damn nine So i chop him like im nino brown Wear him like im hatian jack All i blow is cash n***a show me where the station at Yall act like yall and feeling this but personally im k**in this n***as talk that yayo sh** but personally im into it Yeah i said my earrings cool but personally they ignorant Personally they ignorant Yea, yea, yea, yea [Hook] [Verse 2: Future] I'm in fifs with the sack going crazy Got some diamonds around my neck no fugazi Bad b**hes in the suite, trying to bathe me Just a young hood n***a, streets raised me Working with a unit try and stretch it to another one Drinking on that activis, it taste just like some bubble gum Thumbing through a check, boarding on the jet Talking on the iphone, sipping out the styrofoam That dirty got my mind gone, that money got my mind blown Vvs and white stones, vvs and white stones I'm rolling like a rolling stone Free bands on al capone And my cash way long, (turned up) I see a bunch of clones [Hook] [Verse 2: Future] Give me apartment and some water and I can swim Got that Gambino jumping out the gym My young n***a serving J's outside crim Jumping cross me you know your chances slim In my aviator gucci like I'm driving planes When the cash hit cash money smell like c**aine Doing Birdman numbers making flips like Jackie Chan Walk inside the j**eler jumping bail on your ring Spent so much on Louie gave me free champagne In Bal Harbour shopping and they doing the same thing And I keep my cup with me like a pimp I think I'm Magic Don Juan take a glimpse Spike Lee need to get this sh** on film [Hook]