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Ace Hood, Future, Rick Ross - Bugatti

Ace Hood, Future, Rick Ross - Bugatti Get: Lyrics: We the motherfuckin' best, n***a (Mike WiLL Made-It) Ace Hood Super, Future (Ear Drummers) [Pre-Chorus: Future] I come lookin' for you with Haitians I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money, they started hatin' (Turn up) [Chorus: Future] I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woah, skrrt) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woah, turn up) I woke up in a new Bugatti, I woke up in a new Bugatti [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Okay, n****s be hatin', I'm rich as a bitch One hundred K, I spent that on my wrist Two hundred dollars, 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 home, won't call her again Woke up early this mornin', crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin' some shit with no mileage (Skrrt) Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches (Woah) You pussies can't hardly afford it (Yeah) Forty-two hundred my mortgage (Yeah) Ballin' on n****s like Kobe (Yeah) Fuck all you haters, you bore me (Woo) 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 N****s want beef, then I visit your place (Bang) I come lookin' for you with Haitians I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money, they started hatin' (Turn up) [Chorus: Future] I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woah, skrrt) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woah, turn up) I woke up in a new Bugatti, I woke up in a new Bugatti [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Yeah, and I'm at it again There go that flow bringin' tragedy in Copped me a chain, your salary spent N****s is sweet, bring them cavities in Countin' money, hourly trend Rollin' them skinny like Olsen twins N****s is squares, coppin' a Benz Neck full of gold, Olympian shit Neimans, I'm blowin' the check on they gear Fall on some pussy, then hop on the Lear Strapped with them choppers in back of the rear Sak pase', them killers is here Woke up early this mornin', mind is tellin' me money Paper (Yeah), mula (Yeah), pockets is fat as a tumor Millionaire n***a, no rumor, livin' my life off of tuna Wanted with me, I deliver the beef Real n****s only enjoyin' the feast Pull up a seat, bon appétit No Louboutins when red on your sneaks (Bang) [Pre-Chorus: Future] I come lookin' for you with Haitians I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money, they started hatin' (Turn up) [Chorus: Future] I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woah, skrrt) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woah, turn up) I woke up in a new Bugatti, I woke up in a new Bugatti [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Mastermind, n***a Photographs of dope boys (I see 'em) is all they takin' Finger prints on the Rolls Royce (Woo) is why they hatin' Push a button on these broke boys (Skrrt), that's detonation Walk a road to riches bare feet (Me) I watch mama struggle, now she livin' carefree (On me) That's why I hustle for half a key, that's twelve G's (G) I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP (Woo) You gotta love me, I got shooters out the D-League (Woah) Signin' bonus, hit that man that's from thirty feet (Woo) Left in a puddle, finger prints is on a hundred mill' (Mill') And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella Trill, yeah [Pre-Chorus: Future & Rick Ross] I come lookin' for you with Haitians (What you know 'bout this?) I stay smokin' on good Jamaican (We The Best) I fuck bitches from different races (M-Maybach Music, hundred deals) You get money, they started hatin' (Woah, turn up) [Chorus: Future] I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Skrrt) I woke up in a new Bugatti (Turn up) I woke up in a new Bugatti, I woke up in a new Bugatti