作词 : Williams, Michael Len / Garner, Justin Devon
作曲 : Williams, Michael Len / Garner, Justin Devon
"Bugatti"(feat. Future & Rick Ross)
We the mother****ing best b*****s
Ace Hood It's Over, Future
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I mother****in' **** from different races
you get money they started hating TURN UP
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
OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a b***h
One hundred K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that on your mother****ing
you and your model put that on my list
oh there he go in that Foreign again
Killing the scene bring the coroner in
murder she wrote, swallow a 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
whipping some mother****ing with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
you mother****ers can't hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
balling on mother****ers like Kobe
Mother****ing all you haters you bore me
only the real get a piece of the plate
repping my city I’m running my state
give me a pistol then run with the K’s
Mother****ers want beef then I visit your placeBang!
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I mother****in' **** from different races
you get money they started hating TURN UP
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
Yeah, and I'm at it again
there go the flow bringing tragedy in
copped me a chain your salary spent
Mother****ers is sweet bring them cavities in
counting money, hourly trend
rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
Mother****ers is mother****ers, cabin and pens
neck full of Gold Olympian mother****in'
Mother****ers is blowing their checks on the gear
fall on some mother****ers then hop on the leer
shot with them choppers back of the rear
Sak Pase them killers is here
woke up early morning, mind is telling me money
paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire mother****er no rumor
living my life off of tuna
wanted with me I deliver the beef
real mother****ers only enjoying the feast
pull up a seat, bon appetite
No Louboutins put that red on your sleeves Bang
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I mother****in' **** from different races
you get money they started hating TURN UP
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
Photographs of **** boys
is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
it's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living carefree
that’s why I hustle for the half a Ki 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 Rose? and Ace Hood
we hella Trill yeah
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I mother****in' **** from different races
you get money they started hating TURN UP
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
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