Ma**pike Miles - Fontaine Bleu lyrics

[Intro: Rick Ross] Hey yo Diddy, it's Ross I'm still at the Fontainebleau my n***a I overslept, called downstairs, they said you extended this sh** Spanish b**hes still here Send some more Ciroc over my n***a I need some trees too Bugatti Boyz (uh) [Verse 1: Rick Ross] The view in this motherf**a is amazing The one I flew in, this motherf**a's an Asian Got a few more just being patient Puff double up we Cam'ron and Mase'em We used to be ashy on porches Now we lease Aston's and on Porsches Italian gla** the whole fortress Cracks in the marble, slabs that we cop sh** My marijuana accounts your whole mortgage My watch, your house, ice flawless BVS look pink when I light head with the right b**h, white mink be the icy Louis Vuitton bu*ton up my companion An LG show the bag for the cannon (come on) 22-32 or straight 8 f** her real hard just for the strange face [Hook: Ma**pike Miles] Live the good life This is what it looks like (living crazy) I tell em' f** you baby (yeah) The big boys do it like this This is money so we gotta get paid Baby do it your way I get it my way But the difference is I make it look easy [Interlude: Diddy] Take your time with it Turn up your motherf**in radio And hear what we hear See what we see (Bugatti Boys!) Feel what we feel Hey yo turn me up I speak softly when I talk to these hoes Check it out... [Verse 2: Diddy] I'm interested in women that's independent But the shoppin sprees can be extended New Benz's, your license is suspended Your man pretending my bank account tremendous We going places no other n***as ever though about Bora Bora, I'll show you what the yacht about It's simple math, all I wanna do is spoil her Look at her hand, the great rock of Gibraltar Buyin land the half a size of Florida Baby I'm a baller, New York's my ball court Straight out of Harlem, home of the cut steez Women lust me, 100 G's for the cufflinks A queen is always a man's best accessory (that's right) Look at mine, she half black and Cherokee I hit the lotto with all my mulattos You recognize the model with the top off the Gelato (Yeah, come on) [Outro: Diddy] You see, a lot of n***as be talkin that sh** But they don't be talkin that fly sh** Cuz they never experienced that fly sh** You see, we the Bugatti Boyz baby, we talk because we live it Take a deep breathe and smell that effervescence Yeah that's real motherf**in pimpin Yeah, if I said it, I did it You know my name b**h, and if you forget, I'm Puff Daddy And that's my n***a Rozay As you close your eyes you can fly You can see the visions that I see from the view up high I've been here before you Imma be here after you And imma be here when you decide to come back mothaf**a But bring your b**h with you, come on Damn! Damn, feels so good n***as dont even make music like this no more You feel me Rosé? It's the Bugatti Boyz! That soul music! That fried chicken and champagne, with some diamonds Yeah, five million in cash on the bed for no reason (Phone rings) With three mothaf**in b**hes just money wrestling and sh** Not mud wrestling, money wrestling You see, this is the way life is for some n***as They the chosen ones Hate is for s**as n***a, get some love in your life, you'll be blessed for it (Come on)