Bugatti Lyrics

Artist: Ace Hood (Featuring Future & Rick Ross)
Album: Trials & Tribulations
Year: 2013

[Intro – Future & (Ace Hood)]
We the motherfuckin’ best nigga
(Ace Hood)
Super Future
Yeah

[Hook – Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
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

[Verse 1 – Ace Hood]
Okay, niggas be hatin’, I’m rich as a bitch
One hundred k, I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred thou, I 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, I won’t call her again
Woke up early this morning, crib as big as a college
Smoke me a pound of the loudest
Whippin’ some shit with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
You pussies can’t hardly afford it
Forty two hundred, my mortgage
Ballin’ on niggas like Kobe
Fuck all you haters you bore me
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
Niggas want beef then I visit ya place
Bang

[Hook – Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
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

[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
Niggas is sweet, bring them cavities in
Countin’ money, hourly trend
Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
Niggas is squares, cabin and pens
Neck full of gold, Olympian shit
Neiman’s, I’m blowing 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 morning, mind is tellin’ me money
Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire nigga, no rumor
Livin’ my life off of tuna
Want it with me? I deliver the beef
Real niggas only enjoyin’ the feast
Pull up a seat, Bon Appetit
No Louboutins when that red on your sneaks
Bang

[Hook – Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
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

[Verse 3 – Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys, is all they takin’
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 watched mama struggle, now she livin’ carefree
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 hundred mill
And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella trill
Yeah

[Hook – Future]
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating
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