Mike Will Made It - Bugatti (DJ Skee Remix) lyrics

[Hook: Future] I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f** b**hes 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 (Remix!) [Verse 1: T.I.] And it's paid for n***a Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego n***a I'm a motherf**in' G, I don't play with no n***a Multi-millionaire self-made ho n***a H-U-S-T-L-E gang For that, in God we trust, we bang I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti I got a few young hotties wanna get sh** poppin' Right, put it in the light n***a got ice but it don't look right If a n***a buy a brick and it don't cook right I'll whip that sh** 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 I'm trained to do Right now took my Masi Pedal to the metal I'm ashin' out I let the top down in my Phantom drop Blowin', I'm high as an astronaut When you see me, I'm cashin' out Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot You keep carrying on, you getting carried out Cause I don't take a** whoopins, just pa** ‘em out Is this worth getting blasted about? No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about? [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] Money conversation Get so high, I be scrapin' Got my eyes like a Asian In my ride, like I'm racin' In the sky, like a plane It's Gang or die Ain't no lames up in my circle Ain't no ho sh** in my eyes Throwin' money in the air Poppin' bands and let it fly Where I'm from, you come up short Pull that thing and let it fly You know me, blow so much dank, think I'm 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 [Bridge: Future] I woke up in a new Bugatti... [Verse 3: RiFF RAFF] Yeuh, aqua j**els - white Sprite I just won 100K at the Mayweather fight Finna take life - I live like nine lives Cookin' crab legs at Drake's house the next night Ballin' hard, but I don't play sports Drank a whole bottle of Henny Damn near crash the Porsche I hit the full court riding on the white horse Unzip the windbreaker pants into Versace shorts My shows are sold out from everywhere to February Ah sh**, look who it is, the white Tyler Perry Ridge Berry, straight pints for the eye gems They figured I was kin to a dentist the way I floss a Benz [Hook: Future] [Verse 4: 2 Chainz] Flow hot as the Mojave Gimme that sloppy sh** On my Tyras did Give her some money, she did Like this, I'mma say this f** it, I'll say it If you got good p**y You should always have your rent paid Stroking some bands... if I'm not mistaken Add up my outfit - fashion statement This the school of hard knocks, graduation (I woke up in a new Bugatti!) [Verse 5: Ace Hood] I'm sick of y'all n***as all talkin' crazy Hottest n***a spittin' and they can't debate it I didn't really know 2Pac or Big But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em f** underrated, I'm constipated I'm sh**tin' on 'em, f** toilet paper You're now tuned into the f**in' greatest Ace Hood, congratulations Say name one n***a that's rockin' with him Flow like a hundred round choppa n***a Made a way out of the jungle And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as sh** Recently flooded my neck and my wrist Tell all them critics to s** on the dick n***a... (I woke up in a new Bugatti!)