T.I. - Bugatti (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Future and DJ Khaled] We the motherf**in best n***a Remix motherf**er! Ace Hood! This the remix! [Hook 1: 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: Ace Hood] I woke up in a new Bugatti Tats all over my body Gettin' real money, n***as still hatin' on me Man y'all need a new hobby Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say? I ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher On top, toupée, y'all n***as fruitcakes I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's Damn, Mr. Hood why you do 'em like that? Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back Couple weeks old, "Bugatti" done went gold You ain't even know, I deserve that plaque We the best, runnin' every summer in fact July 16th I'm bringin' the real back Broward! p**y [Bridge: Future] I woke up in a new Bugatti [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Hold up, double M back in this b**h Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip Diamonds look like n***as snappin a flick Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP I back in the whip, Maybach with your b**h A new Mussolini in back of the six I'm sh**tin' on rappers, these rappers is sick Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get Cause we crackin' them bricks and I package the zip And I'm switchin' my flow, I spit crack in this b**h And I been hit your ho, now she back on my dick But I get to the dough and get back at your b**h Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari With all my motherf**in' j**elry on me New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti [Hook: Future] [Verse 3: 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, turn my Mazy 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 4: 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 [Hook: Future] [Verse 5: Birdman] Fresh, whips Candy on that money dip Five hundred, I'm hood rich Put in work, did a hundred flips Been about them mansions Stunna island, we packin' Rich gang, we uptown n***a hardbody and mackin' Tool on that back, n***a Money and that power Mansion on that beach, n***a Blood red Bugatti Versace on my b**h, n***a Blow a mil' like it's a dollar Stunt [Bridge: Future] [Verse 6: French Montana] Woke up with the crown n***a Serving Bobby Brown n***a Started from the bottom now it's Carter, Nino Brown n***a Take my spot n***a never will Now I know how 'melo feel We both shooters from New York But I shown n***a how the metal feel Fidel Castro with them cuban links With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link Excuse My French n***a, no France Hottest new n***as in ten years Coke boy deal like ten M's DJ Khaled up in there [Bridge: Future] [Verse 7: 2 Chainz] Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy sh** All on my car stick, give her some hundreds 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 Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken Add up my outfit, fashion statement This the school of hard knocks, graduation [Bridge: Future] [Verse 8: 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 [Bridge: Future]