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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Future
Future
Vocals
Diddy
Diddy
Vocals
Ludacris
Ludacris
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Sonny Uwaezuoke
Sonny Uwaezuoke
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sonny Digital
Sonny Digital
Producer
Steve Fisher
Steve Fisher
Recording Engineer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
Dave Kutch
Dave Kutch
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
See, sometimes in life, these motherfuckers take your kindness for weakness
So, sometimes in life, you just got to blow their motherfucking faces off
Remix!
[Chorus]
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time
Ayo, turn my mic up, man
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
I don't even know why motherfuckers is trying to touch this motherfucker
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
****' pedigree ain't pure enough for this
I'm at Pluto, I'm at Mars at the same damn time
****, you can't multi-task, ****! Y'all **** can't multitask!
On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time, aye
[Bridge]
Ayo, you know you can't do the remix without me
Don't nobody talk shit like me, bitch, check it out
[Verse 1]
Boy, your money and my money ain't the same damn kind
I can live your life and my life at the same damn time
See my "riding out" money, that's yo' "buy yo' house" money
I got that "I can build a mall right by your house" money (Hold up)
Say you got that 550, you talking 'bout that Benz, ****? (C'mon)
Say I got that 550, I'm talking 'bout them M's, ****
All black Phantom, white seats, I killed them, bring them white sheets
Say, "Ooh, I think she like me," 'cause I cop Maybachs like white tees
Look, I'm in Times, People, Fortune, Forbes same damn time (That's right)
XXL, GQ, Vibe, Source same damn time (That's right)
****, you don't live that shit that's in yo' lame ass rhymes
Y'all done woke a sleeping giant, now the game back mine
[Chorus]
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time (Let's go!)
Don't be mad, ****, be motivated
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches 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 2]
I'm in Phipps with the set going crazy (Crazy)
Got some diamonds 'round my neck, no fugazi (They real)
Bad bitches in the suite, tryna bait me (For real)
Just a young hood ****, streets raised me (Yeah, yeah)
Working with a unit, tryna stretch it to another one
Drinking on that Actav', then it tasting like some bubblegum
Thumbing through the check, boarding on a jet (Check, 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
Freebandz on Al Capone (Straight up)
And my cash way long (Turn up)
I see a bunch of clones
[Chorus]
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time (Let's go!)
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time (Remix!)
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches 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 3]
Yeah, Luda is unstoppable, his money is astronomical (Hey, hey)
Sell as many records as a **** like me, that shit is just impossible
Rappers is delusional, and now they talking more shit
Anything is liable to come out of the mouth of a desperate, starving, broke bitch
Choke, bitch, you used to be good, but now you garbage (Garbage)
Any **** that wanna step up to the plate and battle will get demolished (Blah!)
My flows is rubbing off, just like they fingernail polish (Ah)
You rappers ain't got no swag, you need to kill your fucking stylist (Oh)
They biting like piranhas, then crying to they momma (Yeah, yeah)
These **** best to call they troops back like Obama
That trash that ya spitted didn't phase me (Phase me)
Matter fact, ya record label still pays me (Pays me)
See, Luda never starting shit, I'm always on my grind
But I'll respond to three rappers at the same damn time (Luda!)
[Chorus]
I wear Gucci, I wear Bally at the same damn time (Let's go!)
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time (Remix!)
Selling white, selling mid, at the same damn time
Fucking two bad bitches 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, aye
Written by: Nayvadius "Future" Cash, Sonny Corey Uwaezuoke
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