[Intro] I woke up this morning I noticed I was one of the biggest in America So I called up my bro and said "Can I get on the remix?" He was like "Sure" So listen [Hook] 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**, ay I'm like they ain't on that same sh**, ay I'm like they ain't on that same sh** They ain't on that same sh** They ain't on that same sh**, give a f** 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 p**y taste like Pepsi Been rocking side chick, Maschino and Cavalli I ain't on that bullsh**, boy, I'm on your dick You wanna burst from the kid it's gonna cost a brick [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Thug] I might pull up in the Range, I might hop out of the Range I put [?] on the Range, [?] on my chain b**hes get lower, get lower, get lower These b**hes 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 [?] quarters Valet parking bending over, I pull up on charges Nick tryna play my bro, I pull up and load ya Everytime I start her I'm on that pull up and f** sh** Yeah, I show them ratchets to bend over for it Your old man boy, I rock Tom Ford [Hook] [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**hes and they no drop, getting in, putting in work Two story, yeah, I pull it out, strap up and p**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**hes than you probably got money Got more money than your f**ing vault Little homie you're lost, better get you something [Hook]