Future & Juice WRLD – Different (feat. Yung Bans) Lyrics

Different

Future & Juice WRLD (feat. Yung Bans)

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"Different." - Future & Juice WRLD (feat. Yung Bans)

Monday, 19 October 2026, 06:03 pm

Album: Future & Juice WRLD Present... WRLD ON DRUGS

Track No: 08

(Talkin' it and doin' it are different stories)
(For real, for real)
I blow money on my bitch
Hey, kitty-kitty
Bad bitch, my city
Ain't bad, it's a dead end
I fuckin' admit it
Can't wait to hit it
Money, I'm gon' get it
I'm so terrific, that's the way I'm livin'
That's the way you're hearin' it?
Always be givin'
Better decision
Flooded my wrist
You ain't gon' get missed
Hit it with a slam dunk
That pussy clean
When I pop that Perc and fuck that bitch
Make her go (Yeah, yeah)
In the sheets, call the hotel lobby
Tell 'em we need clean sheets
Knock that pussy out, I kill it
Tell it rest in peace
And if it smell like water, fuck it
I'll kiss it to sleep
I'm the realest, feel like 2pac
Call me Makaveli
It really ain't shit a broke **** could tell me
I'm walkin' around with a chopper, it heavy
Pop the lil' boy, sound like confetti
Shot the lil' boy, now he in Heaven
I only like girls, so my mama don't worry
She hate on my clothes 'cause she said I look girly
And fuckin' these bitches, I know y'all ain't worried
Don't play that position, you gon' miss your jersey
She was a good girl, now she turning
Want a rich ****? Gotta earn him (Yeah)
Want a rich ****? Gotta earn
And I'm straighter than a damn perm
Want a millionaire? Then wait your turn (Yeah)
Talking it and doing it are different stories
I be doing it, not talking it, that's mandatory
Countin' up blue faces, watching a lil' Rick and Morty
Just chillin', I'm still the richest **** in the buildin'
New car got stars in the ceiling
Amiri, my jeans, rip in the denim
New gun, his head rip when it hit him
Fuck her, then leave him not sentimental
Pussy good, I'ma go in raw when I hit it
Told me she would give it all for a ****
Go ahead, suck it through the drawers for a ****
And take my body case if I get it
Wockhardt with the Actavis, I'm sippin'
I still got Molly in my system
I still got Xanny's on my mental
It's been a couple years since I quit 'em
I don't wanna relapse, but I may relapse
That feeling, I miss it
I mean, Percs are cool, but I think I'm getting sick of 'em
When I pop that Perc and fuck that bitch
Make her go (Yeah, yeah)
In the sheets, call the hotel lobby
Tell 'em we need clean sheets
Knock that pussy out, I kill it
Tell it rest in peace
And if it smell like water, fuck it
I'll kiss it to sleep

Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jarad Higgins, Wesley Glass, Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer & Vas Coleman.

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