🎵 Same Damn Time // by Future

102 ContributorsSame Damn Time Lyrics One of Atlanta trap pioneer Future’s breakout singles, “Same Damn Time” is a half-mumbled, half-shouted anthem about multitasking that showed the world the rapper’s signature sound back when it was released.… Read More  [Intro] Y'all don't wanna play fair (Sonny Digital) Ya nah'mean? Ayy, yeah [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 At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time, ayy [Verse 1] Gucci made in Italy, Bally belt, I'm killing shit The way I'm rocking Jimmy Choo, the word got out I'm dealing it I fuck her, she a immigrant, don't touch her, she ain't got benefits Bussing down them Benjamins, fuck it up on Louis kicks That's the way I'm kicking it, Ferragamo cover me Puerto Rican, Japanese, we laid up at the DoubleTree Yellow ice a bumblebee, pinky ring a quarter key IPhone a Metro, twerking off the whole thing My earring a jelly bean, gangster lean and Irene Red eyes, no Visine, I'm loc'd out on the drink Horse shoes on my jeans, Robin jeans with the wings Yellow bone on my team, trafficking them Yao Mings Space boots with the spikes, go to AZ on the flight Mail a hundred overnight, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [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 At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time, ayy [Verse 2] I'm in Fifths with the sack going crazy Got some diamonds 'round my neck, no fugazi Bad bitches in the suite tryna bait me Just a young hood nigga, streets raised me Working with a unit, tryna stretch it to another one Drinking on that Actavis, it tasting like some bubblegum Thumbing through the check, boarding on a 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 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 on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time, ayy [Verse 3] Give me apartment and some water and I can swim Got that Gambino jumping out the gym My young nigga 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 cocaine Doing Birdman numbers, making flips like Jackie Chan Walk inside the jeweler, jumping bail on your ring Spent so much on Louis, 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 shit on film (Movie!) Future (Ask, yeah, yeah) [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 At the same damn time, at the same damn time At the same damn time, at the same damn time I'm on Pluto, I'm on Mars at the same damn time On the sofa, popping bottles, at the same damn time, ayy