Same Shit (Remix)

[Intro: Young Thug] I woke up this morning I noticed I was one of the biggest *****s in America So I called up my bro and said "Can I get on the remix?" He was like "Sure" So listen [Chorus] Money on my mind so when I speak I might talk a tech Bazillion pairs aka Paris, I'm like where to next Bugatti around my neck, ay, bought that just to flex, ay I hate the rules so much I tossed them breads on that big life They ain't on that same shit, ay I'm like they ain't on that same shit, ay I'm like they ain't on that same shit They ain't on that same shit They ain't on that same shit, give a fuck who you came with [Verse 1: Maserati Black] Black Bugatti Maserati get it for the low Lip stick around my dick I get it from your ho I blow that humble Cali bud from the west coast Oh, I might pull up in that holy ghost Just accept this, that pussy taste like Pepsi Been rocking side chick, Maschino and Cavalli I ain't on that bullshit, boy, I'm on your dick You wanna burst from the kid it's gonna cost a brick [Chorus] Money on my mind so when I speak I might talk a tech Bazillion pairs aka Paris, I'm like where to next Bugatti around my neck, ay, bought that just to flex, ay I hate the rules so much I tossed them breads on that big life They ain't on that same shit, ay I'm like they ain't on that same shit, ay I'm like they ain't on that same shit They ain't on that same shit They ain't on that same shit, give a fuck who you came with [Verse 2: Young Thug] Uhh, Thugger, stoner! (rrrat!!) I might pull up in the Range, I might hop out of the Range I put Birkin on her ring, VVSs in my chain Bitches get lower, get lower, get lower These bitches just wanna get lower I came in your partner and I took me some soda Then I turned it into Coca Cola She had to tow it with them birds [?] quarters Valet parking bending over, I pull up on charges Nigga tryna play my brodie, I pull up and load ya Everytime I start her I'm on that pull up and fuck shit Yeah, I show them ratchets to bend over for it Your old man boy, I rock Tom Ford [Chorus] Money on my mind so when I speak I might talk a tech Bazillion pairs aka Paris, I'm like where to next Bugatti around my neck, ay, bought that just to flex, ay I hate the rules so much I tossed them breads on that big life They ain't on that same shit, ay I'm like they ain't on that same shit, ay I'm like they ain't on that same shit They ain't on that same shit They ain't on that same shit, give a fuck who you came with [Verse 3: Straight Drop] Show up fresh up out that Porsche Panamera no no Louis V's cost two a piece, Cavalli's all in my smoke Bad bitches and they no drop, getting in, putting in work Two story, yeah, I pull it out, strap up and pussy I murk Yeah, I murder those just like I murder clothes Yeah, I rock that Gucci, Louis, Prada, Ferragamo See I got more bitches than you probably got money Got more money than your fucking vault Little homie you're lost, better get you something [Chorus] Money on my mind so when I speak I might talk a tech Bazillion pairs aka Paris, I'm like where to next Bugatti around my neck, ay, bought that just to flex, ay I hate the rules so much I tossed them breads on that big life They ain't on that same shit, ay I'm like they ain't on that same shit, ay I'm like they ain't on that same shit They ain't on that same shit They ain't on that same shit, give a fuck who you came with