Same Ol - Mick Jenkins

I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches

I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that’s all I hear

Yeah, that’s all I hear

I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches

I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that’s all I hear

Yeah, that’s all I hear

Well I got money too

And I got common sense

We all know niggas that got guns

I ain’t gonna talk that shit my nigga

I’m on southside

On some parking shit my nigga

We not parallel

On some narcissistic shit, I’m taking care of self

I be way too paranoid

I got on my Paramore

See it with some brand new eyes

I told you 'bout the Perrier

Told you you can catch me out in traffic off the Mary J

Bumping DJ Ferris getting carried away

I carry thrash on my situations damn near every day

Writing all my sections with the city like who is he

If that nigga never keep it that real with me what’s your story

All our shit like allegory

If you tell it nigga told me

I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches

I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that’s all I hear

Yeah, that’s all I hear

I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs, I got bitches

I got bitches, I got money, I got drugs—yeah, that’s all I hear

Yeah, that’s all I hear