Bugatti (feat. Future and Rick Ross)

We the motherfuckin best nigga

Ace Hood

Its over, Future

I go looking for you a 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

Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch

100 K I spent that on my wrist

Two hundred thousand I spent that on your bitch

You and your model put that on the list

Oh there he go with that Foreign again

Killin the sebring and callin it end

Murder she wrote, swallow a choke

Hit her and go home and call her again

Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college

Smoke me a pound of the loudest

Whipin some shit with no mileage

Diamonds cost me a fortune

Them horses follow them Porsches

You pussies cant handle a 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

Give me a pistol then run with the K’s

Niggas want beef then I feed ya your plate Bang!

I go looking for you a 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 the flow bringin tragedy in

Copped me a chain your salary spent

Niggas is sweepin them cavities in

Countin money, hourly trend

Rolling them skinnies 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

Popeye said them killers is here

Woke up early morning, mind is tellin me money

Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor

Billionaire nigga no rumor

Livin my life off of tuna

Wanted with me I deliver the beef

Real niggas only enjoyin the feast

Pull up a seat, bon appetite

No Lou Vuittons put that red on your feet Bang

I go looking for you a 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

Is all the take is finger prints on the Rollz Royce

Is why they hatin push a button on these broke boys

Its detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet

I watch mama struggle now she livin care free

That’s why I hustle for half a Ki thats 12 G’s

I’m tryin to bubble every summer out in LP

You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-league

Signin bonuses, get that red from dirty feet

Left in a puddle finger prints is on hundred mill

And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood

We hella Trill

Yeah

I go looking for you a 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