Bugatti (feat. Future & Rick Ross)

We the motherfucking best nigga Ace Hood It's Over, Future

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 Turn up

I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti

OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a bitch One hundred K I spent that on my wrist Two hundred dollars spent that on your bitch You and your model put that on my list Oh there he go in that Foreign again Killing the scene bring the coroner in Murder she wrote, swallow a 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 Whipping some shit with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches You pussies can't hardly afford it Forty two hundred my mortgage Balling on niggas like Kobe Fuck all you haters you bore me Only the real get a piece of the plate Repping my city I'm running my state Give me a pistol then run with the K's Niggas want beef then I visit your 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 TURN UP

I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti

Yeah, and I'm at it again There go the flow bringing tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent Niggas is sweet bring them cavities in Counting money, hourly trend Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins Niggas is squares, cabin and pens Neck full of Gold Olympian shit Niggas is blowing their checks on the gear Fall on some pussy then hop on the leer Shot with them choppers back of the rear Sak Pase them killers is here Woke up early morning, mind is telling me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor Millionaire nigga no rumor Living my life off of tuna Wanted with me I deliver the beef Real niggas only enjoying the feast Pull up a seat, bon appetite No Louboutins put that red on your sleeves 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 TURN UP

I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti

Photographs of dope boys Is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce Is why they hating push a button on these broke boys It's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she living carefree That's why I hustle for the half a Ki 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 Rose' 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 TURN UP

I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti