Bugatti (feat. Ace Hood / T.I. / Wiz Khalifa / Meek Mill / French Montana / 2 Chainz)

[Future & DJ Khaled]

We the motherfuckin best nigga

Remix motherfucker!

Ace Hood!

This the remix!

I come looking for you with Haitians

I stay smoking on good Jamaican (We The Best Music!)

I fuck bitches from different races

You get money they started hating (Turn Up!)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)

[Ace Hood]

I woke up in a new Bugatti

Tats all over my body

Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me

Man y'all need a new hobby

Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say?

I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher

On top, toupée, y'all niggas fruitcakes

I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's

Damn, Mr. Hood why you do 'em like that?

Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back

Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold

You ain't even know, I deserve that plaque

We the best, runnin' every summer in fact

July 16th I'm bringin' the real back

Broward! Pussy

[Future]

I woke up in a new Bugatti

[Meek Mill]

Hold up, double M back in this bitch

Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip

Diamonds look like niggas snappin a flick

Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP

I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch

A new Mussolini in back of the six

I'm shittin' on rappers, these rappers is sick

Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get

Cause we crackin' them bricks and I package the zip

And I'm switchin' my flow, I spit crack in this bitch

And I been hit your hoe, now she back on my dick

But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch

Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari

With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me

New Aston Martin plus a Rolls-Royce

And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti

[Future]

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

[T. I.]

And it's paid for nigga

Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego nigga

I'm a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga

Multi-millionaire self-made ho nigga

H-U-S-T-L-E gang

For that, in God we trust, we bang

I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti

I got a few young hotties wanna get shit poppin'

Right, put it in the light

Nigga got ice but it don't look right

If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right

I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight

I got a bag full of tools and some yay to move

And all I want is money, leave the fame to you

I graduated out of gladiator school

So all I know is go like I'm trained to do

Right now, turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm ashin' out

I let the top down in my Phantom drop

Blowin', I'm high as an astronaut

When you see me, I'm cashin' out

Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot

You keep carrying on, you getting carried out

Cause I don’t take ass whoopins, just pass ‘em out

Is this worth getting blasted about?

No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about?

[Wiz Khalifa]

Money conversation, get so high, I be scrapin'

Got my eyes like a Asian, in my ride, like I'm racin'

In the sky, like a plane, it's Gang or die

Ain't no lames up in my circle, ain't no hoe shit in my eyes

Throwin' money in the air, poppin' bands and let it fly

Where I'm from, you come up short, pull that thing and let it fly

You know me, blow so much dank, think I'm Marley

Got so much ink on my body, brought so much drink to the party

I fell asleep and woke up in a new Bugatti

[Future]

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

[Birdman]

Fresh, whips, candy on that money dip

Five hundred, I'm hood rich, put in work, did a hundred flips

Been about them mansions, Stunna island, we packin'

Rich Gang, we uptown, nigga hardbody and mackin'

Tool on that back, nigga, money and that power

Mansion on that beach, nigga, blood red Bugatti

Versace on my bitch, nigga, blow a mil' like it's a dollar

Stunt!

[Future]

I woke up in a new Bugatti

[French Montana]

Woke up with the crown nigga, serving Bobby Brown, nigga

Started from the bottom now it's Carter, Nino Brown nigga

Take my spot nigga never will, now I know how 'Melo feel

We both shooters from New York (Turn up!)

But I shown nigga how the metal feel

Fidel Castro with them Cuban Links

With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link

Excuse My French nigga, no France

Hottest new niggas in ten years

Coke boy deal like ten M's

DJ Khaled up in there

[Future]

I woke up in a new Bugatti

[2 Chainz]

Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy shit

All on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did

Like this, I'mma say this! Fuck it, I'll say it!

If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid

Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken

Add up my outfit, fashion statement

This the school of hard knocks; graduation (Tru!)

[Future]

I woke up in a new Bugatti

[Ace Hood]

I'm sick of y'all niggas all talkin' crazy

Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it

I didn't really know 2Pac or Big

But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em

Fuck underrated, I'm constipated

I'm shittin' on 'em, fuck toilet paper

You're now tuned into the fuckin' greatest

Ace Hood, congratulations

Say name one nigga that's rockin' with him

Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga

Made a way out of the jungle

And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as shit

Recently flooded my neck and my wrist

Tell all them critics to suck on the dick

Nigga

[Future]

I woke up in a new Bugatti