Bugatti
Meek Mill, Ace Hood, French Montana, Birdman, 2 Chainz, T.I., Future, DJ Khaled, Rick Ross, Wiz Khalifa
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We the motherf***in' best n**** (Mike Will Made It) Ace Hood (yeah) Its over, Future (yeah) [Chorus] I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f*** b****es 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, n****s be hatin' I'm rich as a b**** 100 K I spent that on my wrist Two hundred thou I spent that on your b**** 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 s*** 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 n****s like Kobe F*** 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 N****s want beef then I visit ya place, Bang! [Chorus] Yeah, 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 Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins N****s is squares, cabin Benz Neck full of Gold Olympian s*** Neimans, I'm blowin the check on the gear Fall in some p**** 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 n**** no rumour Livin' my life off of tuna Want it with me, I deliver the beef Real n****s only enjoyin' the feast Pull up a seat, bon appetite No Louboutin's when that red on your sneaks, Bang [Chorus] 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 [Chorus]
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Written by: Michael Len Williams, Justin Garner, Antoine Mccolister, William Roberts, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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