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- Bugatti (Explicit Version) 歌词 Future Rick Ross Ace Hood
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- Ace Hood Bugatti (Explicit Version) 歌词
- Future Rick Ross Ace Hood
- We the motherf**king best ni**a
Ace Hood
It's Over Future
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I f**k b**ches 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
OK n***as be hating I'm rich as a b**ch
One hundred K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that on your b**ch
You and your model put that on my list
Oh there he go in that Foreign again
Killing the scene bring the coroner in
Murder she wrote swallow a choke
Hit her and go I won't call her again
Woke up early morning crib as big as a college
Smoke me a pound of the loudest
Whipping some sh*t with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
You pussies can't hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
Balling on n***as like Kobe
F**k all you haters you bore me
Only the real get a piece of the plate
Repping my city I'm running my state
Give me a pistol then run with the K's
n***as want beef then I visit your place
Bang
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I f**k b**ches 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
Yeah and I'm at it again
There go the flow bringing tragedy in
Copped me a chain your salary spent
n***as is sweet bring them cavities in
Counting money hourly trend
Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
n***as is squares cabin and pens
Neck full of Gold Olympian sh*t
n***as is blowing their checks on the gear
Fall on some p**sy then hop on the leer
Shot with them choppers back of the rear
Sak Pase them killers is here
Woke up early morning mind is telling me money
Paper mula pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire ni**a no rumor
Living my life off of tuna
Wanted with me I deliver the beef
Real n***as only enjoying the feast
Pull up a seat bon appetite
No Louboutins put that red on your sleeves
Bang
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I f**k b**ches 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
Photographs of d**e boys
Is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
Is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
It's detonation walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living carefree
That's why I hustle for the half a Ki 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 a hundred mill
And what it is Ricky Rosé and Ace Hood
We hella Trill
Yeah
I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I f**k b**ches 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
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