Rick Ross - Bugatti lyrics

[Intro: Future] We the motherf**in best n***a Ace Hood Super, Future [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 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] n***as be hatin I'm rich as a b**h 100K I spent that on my wrist 200 dollars, I spent that on your b**h Do me a model, put that on my list Oh there he go in that foreign again k**in the scene bring the coroner in Murder she wrote, swallow or choke Hit her and go home, I won't call her again Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin some sh** with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches You pussies can't hardly afford it 4,200 my mortgage Ballin on n***as like Kobe f** 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 n***as want beef then I visit ya place (Bang!) [Hook] 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 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 n***as is sweet bring them cavities in Countin money, hourly trend Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins n***as is squares, coppin' a Benz Neck full of Gold Olympian sh** Neimans, I'm blowing the check on they gear Fall on some p**y then hop on the Lear Strapped with them choppers back of the rear Sak pase' them k**ers is here Woke up early this morning, mind is tellin me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor Millionaire n***a no rumor Livin my life off of tuna Wanted with me I deliver the beef Real n***as only enjoyin the feast Pull up a seat, bon appétit No Louboutins put that red on your sneaks (Bang!) [Hook] 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 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 taking Finger prints on the Rolls Royce, is why they hatin' Push a bu*ton on these broke boys, that's detonation Walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she livin' carefree That's why I hustle for 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] 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 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