Kanye West, The Pastelle Collective - Not The Same

{Intro: Shire}
Ooooh, oooooooh, ooooooooo
Said I'm not the same
Oooooo
Yeah
Not the same, not the same (Noooo)

{Chorus: Shire}
I don't care about the others, they play the game
Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game
Don't care about money or the fame
I know, over here, I'm runnin' things
I don't care about the others, they play the game
Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game
I don't care about money or the fame
I'm not the same

{Verse 1: Kanye West}
I hear the girls scream soon as we arrivin'
You can ask Ibn, wе be straight mackin'
Y'all work at IBM, hotels they bе in
Ooh la la, tres bien magnifique
Any street, life before this is hard
Not like the Annie beat
Now he on a sandy beach
Mix drink, sandy peach
Mixed bitch, and she a freak
Ooh la, oui oui, I'm like Jet magazine
And that's my beauty other week
If you talkin' 'bout marriage, you mean multi-million heiress
Probably heritage, probably aries
Probably leave her, probably Mexician, Arriba
Probably Chinese her, I'm gone tell the arrow
And we can have a Tiger Woods, if you ain't scare-o
I know all my shooties gone be super heros
How could they not?
Their father is the black Bruce Wayne
Only shorty in preschool rockin' two chains
Tellin' them lil' niggas he is not the same

{Chorus: Shire}
I don't care about the others, they play the game
Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game
Don't care about money or the fame
I know, over here, I'm runnin' things
I don't care about the others, they play the game
Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game
I don't care about money or the fame
I'm not the same

{Verse 2: Rick Ross}
I got a feelin', nigga, really that my money be the root
Look up at the stars, she like, "Honey, where the roof?"
Pull up, hear the dogs, Canaries, they gon' woof
Even once had a job pourin' tar up on a roof
That boy had it hard, no facade, it's the truth
So now when I ménage and get massaged it's the proof
Proof's in the pudding and that baking soda cakin'
Paper that I'm makin' got her takin' photos naked
Martin had a dream, Bob got high
I still do both but somehow I got by
Creflo prayed, Mike Vick paid
Bobby Brown straight, Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money lookin' funny in the light
But who really cares? We just throw it in the air
Celebratin' wealth, pourin' Moet in her hair

{Chorus: Shire}
I don't care about the others, they play the game
Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game
Don't care about money or the fame
I know, over here, I'm runnin' things
I don't care about the others, they play the game
Showin' prof I'm comin', you got to change the game
I don't care about money or the fame
I'm not the same