"Bugatti" lyrics

[Future {Ace Hood}:]
We the motherfuckin' best, nigga (Mike WiLL Made-It)
{Ace Hood}
Super, Future (Ear Drummers)

[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)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Whoa, skrrt)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Whoa, turn up)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Whoa)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woo, woo, woo)

[Ace Hood:]
Okay, niggas 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 (Whoa)
You pussies can't hardly afford it (Yeah)
Forty-two hundred my mortgage (Yeah)
Ballin' on niggas 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 Ks
Niggas want beef, then I visit your place (Bang)

[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)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Whoa, skrrt)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Whoa, turn up)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Whoa)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woo, woo, woo)

[Ace Hood:]
Yeah, and I'm at it again
There go that flow bringin' tragedy in
Copped me a chain, your salary spent
Niggas is sweet, bring them cavities in
Countin' money, hourly trend
Rollin' them skinny like Olsen twins
Niggas 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 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 appétit
No Louboutins when red on your sneaks (Bang)

[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)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Whoa, skrrt)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Whoa, turn up)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (M-Maybach Music, whoa)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woo, woo, woo)

[Rick Ross:]
Mastermind, nigga
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 Gs (G)
I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP (Woo)
You gotta love me, I got shooters out the D-League (Whoa)
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

[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' (Whoa) turn up

[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 (Woo, woo, woo)