Bugatti lyrics
We the motherfuckin’ best nigga (Mike Will Made It)Ace Hood (yeah)Its over, Future (yeah)
I come looking for you with HaitiansI stay smoking on good JamaicanI fuck bitches from different racesYou get money they started hatingI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new Bugatti
OK, niggas be hatin’ I’m rich as a bitch100 K I spent that on my wristTwo hundred thou I spent that on your bitchDo me a model put that on my listOh there he go in that foreign againKillin’ the scene bring the coroner inMurder she wrote, swallow or chokeHit her and go, I won’t call her againWoke up early morning, crib as big as a collegeSmoke me a pound of the loudestWhippin’ some shit with no mileageDiamonds cost me a fortuneThem horses all in them Porsche’sYou pussies can’t handle, afford it$4, 200 my mortgageBallin’ on niggas like KobeFuck all you haters you bore meOnly the real get a piece of the plateReppin’ my city I’m runnin’ my stateKeep me a pistol then run with the K’sNiggas want beef then I visit ya place, Bang!
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good JamaicanI fuck bitches from different racesYou get money they started hatingI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new Bugatti
Yeah, I’m at it againThere go that flow bringin’ tragedy inCopped me a chain your salary spentNiggas is sweet, bring them cavities inCountin’ money, hourly trendRolling them skinny like Olsen twinsNiggas is squares, cabin BenzNeck full of Gold Olympian shitNeimans, I’m blowin the check on the gearFall in some pussy then hop on the leerStrapped with them choppers in back of the rearSak pase, them killers is hereWoke up early morning, mind is tellin’ me moneyPaper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumourMillionaire nigga no rumourLivin’ my life off of tunaWant it with me, I deliver the beefReal niggas only enjoyin’ the feastPull up a seat, bon appetiteNo Louboutin’s when that red on your sneaks, Bang
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good JamaicanI fuck bitches from different racesYou get money they started hatingI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new Bugatti
Photographs of dope boys (I see you)Is all they taking, finger prints on the Rolls RoyceIs why they hatin’ push a button on these broke boysThat’s detonation, walk a road to riches bare feetI watch mama struggle now she livin’ care freeThat’s why I hustle for that half a key that’s 12 G’sI’m tryin’ to bubble every summer a new LPYou gotta love me I got shooters out the D-LeagueSignin’ bonus hit that man that’s from thirty feetLeft in a puddle, finger prints is on a hundred millAnd what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace HoodWe hella TrillYeah
I come looking for you with HaitiansI stay smoking on good JamaicanI fuck bitches from different racesYou get money they started hatingI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new BugattiI woke up in the new Bugatti