Bugatti (feat. Future & Rick Ross)

We the motherfuckin' best nigga (Mike Will Made It) Ace Hood (yeah) Its over, Future (yeah) I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti OK, niggas be hatin' I'm rich as a bitch 100 K I spent that on my wrist Two hundred thou I spent that on your bitch Do me a model put that on my list Oh there he go in that foreign again Killin' the scene bring the coroner in Murder she wrote, swallow or choke Hit her and go, I won't call her again Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin' some shit with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsche's You pussies can't handle, afford it $4, 200 my mortgage Ballin' on niggas like Kobe Fuck all you haters you bore me Only the real get a piece of the plate Reppin' my city I'm runnin' my state Keep me a pistol then run with the K's Niggas want beef then I visit ya place, Bang! I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti Yeah, I'm at it again There go that flow bringin' tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent Niggas is sweet, bring them cavities in Countin' money, hourly trend Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins Niggas is squares, cabin Benz Neck full of Gold Olympian shit Neimans, I'm blowin the check on the gear Fall in some pussy then hop on the leer Strapped with them choppers in back of the rear Sak pase, them killers is here Woke up early morning, mind is tellin' me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumour Millionaire nigga no rumour Livin' my life off of tuna Want it with me, I deliver the beef Real niggas only enjoyin' the feast Pull up a seat, bon appetite No Louboutin's when that red on your sneaks, Bang I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti Photographs of dope boys (I see you) Is all they taking, finger prints on the Rolls Royce Is why they hatin' push a button on these broke boys That's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she livin' care free That's why I hustle for that half a key that's 12 G's I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-League Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet Left in a puddle, finger prints is on a hundred mill And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood We hella Trill Yeah I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money they started hating I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti

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