Bugatti

I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I f**k bitches from different races
You get money they started hating

Turn Up!
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix !)
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Tats all over my body
Getting real money, niggas still hating on me
You all need a new hobby
Or they wont talk to me, what they gon say?
I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher
On top, toupe, you all niggas fruitcakes
I dont really play games but I keep 2 Ks
Dam, Mr. Hood why you do them like that?
Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
Couple weeks old, 'Bugatti' done went gold
You aint even know, I deserve that plaque
We the best, running every summer in fact
July 16th Im bringing the real back
Broward! Pussy
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hold up, double M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas be snappin a flick
Balling I blow fifty racks in the VIP
I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch
A new Mussolini in back of the six
Im shitting on rappers, these rappers is sick
Cause my homies got whips
That these rappers aint get
Cause we cracking them bricks
And I package the zip
And Im switching my flow,
I spit crack in this bitch
And I been hit your ho,
Now she back on my dick
But I get to the dough
And get back at your bitch
Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari
With all my motherf**king jewelry on me
New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce
And a new Ferrari,
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
And its paid for nigga
Got racks, stack them up like Lego nigga
Im a motherf**king G ,
I dont play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made ho nigga
H-U-S-T-L-E gang

For that, in God we trust, we bang
Im the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti
I got a few young hotties wanna get shit popping
Right, put it in the light
Nigga got ice but it dont look right
If a nigga buy a brick and it dont cook right
Ill whip that shit for a rack, sit tight
I got a bag full of tools and some yay to move
And all I want is money, leave the fame to you
I graduated out of gladiator school
So all I know is go like Im trained to do
Right now, turn my Mazy pedal to the metal
Im ashing out
I let the top down in my Phantom drop
Blowing, Im high as an astronaut
When you see me, Im cashing out
Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot
You keep carrying on, you getting carried out
Cause I dont take ass whoopins,
Just pass them out
Is this worth getting blasted about?
No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about?
Money conversation

Get so high, I be scraping
Got my eyes like a Asian
In my ride, like Im racing
In the sky, like a plane
Its Gang or die
Aint no lames up in my circle
Aint no ho shit in my eyes
Throwing money in the air
Popping bands and let it fly
Where Im from, you come up short
Pull that thing and let it fly
You know me, blow so much dank,
Think Im Marley
Got so much ink on my body
Brought so much drink to the party
I fell asleep and woke up in a new Bugatti

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix !)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
Fresh, whips
Candy on that money dip
Five hundred, Im hood rich
Put in work, did a hundred flips
Been about them mansions

Stunna island, we packing
Rich gang, we uptown
Nigga hardbody and macking
Tool on that back, nigga
Money and that power
Mansion on that beach, nigga
Blood red Bugatti
Versace on my bitch, nigga
Blow a mill like its a dollar
Stunt

I woke up in a new Bugatti
Woke up with the crown nigga
Serving Bobby Brown nigga
Started from the bottom now its Carter,
Nino Brown nigga
Take my spot nigga never will
Now I know how melo feel
We both shooters from New York
But I shown nigga how the metal feel

Fidel Castro with them cuban links

With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link
Excuse My French nigga, no France
Hottest new niggas in ten years
Coke boy deal like ten Ms
DJ Khaled up in there
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Flow hot as the Mojave , gimme that sloppy shit

All on my car stick,

Give her some hundreds she did
Like this, Im say this
F**k it, Ill say it
If you got good pussy
You should always have your rent paid
Choke on some bands if Im not mistaken

Add up my outfit, fashion statement
This the school of hard knocks, graduation

I woke up in a new Bugatti
Im sick of you all niggas all talking crazy
Hottest nigga spitting and they cant debate it
I didnt really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast withing reincarnate them

F**k underrated, Im constipated
Im shitting on them, f**k toilet paper
Youre now tuned into the f**king greatest
Ace Hood, congratulations
Say name one nigga thats rocking with him
Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga
Made a way out of the jungle
And now they in trouble,
I used to be humble as shit
Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
Tell all them critics to suck on the dick
Nigga

I woke up in a new Bugatti