Bugati (Remix) - remix

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

Remix motherfucker

Ace Hood

This the remix

[Bridge: Future]

I come looking for you with Haitians

I stay smoking on good Jamaican

I fuck bitches from different races

You get money they started hating (Turn Up!)

[Hook: Future]

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, tatts all over my body

Gettin’ real money, niggas still hatin’ on me man

Ya’ll need a new hobby

Or they won’t talk to me, what they gon’ say?

I ball, you water boy you Bobby Boucher

On top toupee, ya’ll niggas fruit cake

I dont’ really play games, but I keep 2 K’s

Damn, its the hood why you do em like that?

Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back

Couple weeks old, Bugatti went gold

You een know I deserve that plaque

We The Best runnin’ err Summer in fact

July 16th I’m bringing the real back

Broward, pussy

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Hold up, Double M back in this bitch

Walk in the club with a mack on my hip

Diamonds look like niggas be snappin a flick

Ballin’ I blow fifty racks in the VIP

I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch

A new Mussolini in back of the six

I’m shittin on rappers these rappers is sick

‘Cause my homies got whips these rappers couldn’t get

Cause we crackin’ them bricks

I package a zip and I’m switching my flow

I spit crack in this bitch and I been hittin’ your hoe

Now she back on my dick, but I get to the door

And get back at your bitch, like hold up

I woke up in a cool Ferrari

With all my motherfuckin’ jewelry on

And new Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce

And a new Ferrari, that’s a new Bugatti nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3: T.I.]

And a payphone nigga

Got racks like a mut lego nigga

I’m a motherfuckin’ G, I don’t play with no nigga

Multi-millionaire sellmay hoe nigga

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 when I get big shit poppin’

Right, put it in the light, Niggas got ice, but don’t look right

If a nigga buy a brick and it dont cook right

I whip that shit for a rack sit tight

I got a bag full of twos and some yay to move

Ya’ll wanted money leave the fam 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 mashin now

I let the top down in my Phantom drop

Blowin’ I’m high as a astronaut

When you see me I’m cashin’ out

Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot

You get carrynoid, you get carried out

Cause I don’t take ass whoopins I just pass em out

Did work and blast about

For real, is it worth gettin’ blasted bout?

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]

Money conversation get so high I be scrapin’

Got my eyes like an Asian

In my ride like I’m racing

In the sky like a plane, its gang or die

Aint no lames up in my circle, aint no hoe shit 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]

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 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, nigga hard body and Mack

Two on that back nigga, money and that power

Mansion on that beach nigga, blood red Bugatti

Versace on my bitch nigga, blow a mill like its a dollar

Stunna

[Verse 6: French Montana]

Woke up with that crown nigga

Serving Bobby Brown nigga

Started from the bottom now we call up Nino Brown nigga

Take my spot nigga never will,

Now I know how metal feel

We bought shoes from New York,

but I shown nigga how metal feel

Fidel Castro with them cuban links

With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link

Excuse My French nigga no friend

Hottest new niggas in ten years

Coke boy deal like ten M’s

DJ Khaled ..

[Verse 7: 2 Chainz]

Flow hottest than my hovy

Give me that sloppy shit, all on my ..

Give her some money tip

Like this, I’mma say this

Fuck it, I say it

If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid

… a band, if I’m not mistaken

Add on my outfit, fashion statement

This the school of hard knocks graduation

[Verse 8: Ace Hood]

I’m sick of ya’ll niggas out talking crazy

Hottest nigga spittin and thet can’t debate it

I didn’t really know Tupac or B.I.G.

Know the beast within reincarnated

Fuck underrated, I’m constipated

I’m shittin’ on ‘em, fuck toilet paper

You are know tuned into the fuckin’ greatest

Ace Hood, congratulations

Say one name nigga thats rockin’ with him

Flow like one hundred round choppa nigga

Made the way out of the jungle and now they in trouble used to be humble as shit

Recently flooded my neck and my wrists

Tell all them critics suck on the dick, nigga

Broward