Same sh*t (Remix) lyrics

[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 sh*t, ay
I'm like they ain't on that same sh*t, ay
I'm like they ain't on that same sh*t
They ain't on that same sh*t
They ain't on that same sh*t, give a f*ck who you came with

[Verse 1: Maserati Black]
Black Bugatti Maserati get it for the low
Lip stick around my di*k 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 pus*y taste like Pepsi
Been rocking side chick, Maschino and Cavalli
I ain't on that bullsh*t, boy, I'm on your di*k
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 sh*t, ay
I'm like they ain't on that same sh*t, ay
I'm like they ain't on that same sh*t
They ain't on that same sh*t
They ain't on that same sh*t, give a f*ck 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
b*tches get lower, get lower, get lower
These b*tches 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
n*gga tryna play my brodie, I pull up and load ya
Everytime I start her I'm on that pull up and f*ck sh*t
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 sh*t, ay
I'm like they ain't on that same sh*t, ay
I'm like they ain't on that same sh*t
They ain't on that same sh*t
They ain't on that same sh*t, give a f*ck 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 b*tches and they no drop, getting in, putting in work
Two story, yeah, I pull it out, strap up and pus*y I murk
Yeah, I murder those just like I murder clothes
Yeah, I rock that Gucci, Louis, Prada, Ferragamo
See I got more b*tches than you probably got money
Got more money than your f*cking 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 sh*t, ay
I'm like they ain't on that same sh*t, ay
I'm like they ain't on that same sh*t
They ain't on that same sh*t
They ain't on that same sh*t, give a f*ck who you came with