Rick Ross - New Bugatti lyrics

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Rick Ross - New Bugatti lyrics

[Verse 1: Diddy] You n***as paranoid, I party, getting money I know I'm the sh**, my janitor be getting money I got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a view Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe Pray for me; damn, I grind every day for it If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it Bugatti Boy, one point eight four I got money, baby - I could order eight more f** the Forbes list; let's tell the truth, I ate more I got a billion, baby - time to get me eight more Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor [Hook: Rick Ross and (Diddy)] Got a hundred mil' (It's time to get another one) How this Bugatti feel? (I may need me another one) Five bad b**hes (Just got me another one) P. Diddy run the city (Never be another one) Five mil' cash (And I need another one) Rocking a different Rollie (No, it's not the other one) Second to none at getting money (n***a, number one) Real n***as run the city (Never be another one) [Verse 2: Diddy] These haters speculate They always watching mine She know what time it is Just like my watch line My clothes line The cologne, b**h I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, b**h I'm strong, b**h I own sh** Gave myself a ten-digit bonus I'm the money man Money never financed Come get this money, baby With your fine a** If your n***a broke, it's time to get another one If your b**h is tripping, time to get another one I'm Puff Daddy, b**h - there'll never be another one Bugatti Boys forever one [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm feeling the money I'm loving the paper n***a hating the hood Took his ho to Jamaica If I let down the top Let the breeze in my beard V.I.P. is the spot They playing musical chairs My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty Got that money in the bag that can hold a f**ing body in One point five for this brand new black Bugatti Jewels like I'm Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di Feeling myself; b**h, you do the same f** what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came My b**h had a vest, with one foot in the trap If I bust at your chest, I bet that's a wrap [Hook]