Bugatti

I come looking for you with Haitians

I stay smoking on good Jamaican

I f**k bitches 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

I woke up in a new Bugatti

Tats all over my body

Getting real money, niggas still hating on me

You 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, toupe, you all niggas fruitcakes

I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's

Dam, Mr. Hood why you do them 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, running every summer in fact

July 16th I'm bringing the real back

Broward! Pussy

I woke up in a new Bugatti

Hold up, double M back in this bitch

Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip

Diamonds look like niggas be snappin a flick

Balling 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 shitting on rappers, these rappers is sick

Cause my homies got whips

That these rappers ain't get

Cause we cracking them bricks

And I package the zip

And I'm switching my flow,

I spit crack in this bitch

And I been hit your ho,

Now she back on my dick

But I get to the dough

And get back at your bitch

Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari

With all my motherf**king jewelry on me

New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce

And a new Ferrari,

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!)

And it's paid for nigga

Got racks, stack them up like Lego nigga

I'm a motherf**king G,

I don't play with no nigga

Multi-millionaire self-made ho 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 wanna get shit popping

Right, put it in the light

Nigga got ice but it don't look right

If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right

I'll whip that shit 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 ashing out

I let the top down in my Phantom drop

Blowing, I'm high as an astronaut

When you see me, I'm cashing out

Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot

You keep carrying on, you getting carried out

Cause I don't take ass whoopins,

Just pass them out

Is this worth getting blasted about?

No forreal, is it worth getting blasted about?

Money conversation

Get so high, I be scraping

Got my eyes like a Asian

In my ride, like I'm racing

In the sky, like a plane

It's Gang or die

Ain't no lames up in my circle

Ain't no ho shit in my eyes

Throwing money in the air

Popping 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

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)

I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)

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 packing

Rich gang, we uptown

Nigga hardbody and macking

Tool 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 it's a dollar

Stunt

I woke up in a new Bugatti

Woke up with the crown nigga

Serving Bobby Brown nigga

Started from the bottom now it's Carter,

Nino Brown nigga

Take my spot nigga never will

Now I know how melo feel

We both shooters from New York

But I shown nigga how the metal feel

Fidel Castro with them cuban links

With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link

Excuse My French nigga, no France

Hottest new niggas in ten years

Coke boy deal like ten M's

DJ Khaled up in there

I woke up in a new Bugatti

Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy shit

All on my car stick,

Give her some hundreds she did

Like this, I'm say this

F**k it, I'll say it

If you got good pussy

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

I woke up in a new Bugatti

I'm sick of you all niggas all talking crazy

Hottest nigga spitting and they can't debate it

I didn't really know 2Pac or Big

But know the beast withing reincarnate them

F**k underrated, I'm constipated

I'm shitting on them, f**k toilet paper

You're now tuned into the f**king greatest

Ace Hood, congratulations

Say name one nigga that's rocking with him

Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga

Made a way out of the jungle

And now they in trouble,

I used to be humble as shit

Recently flooded my neck and my wrist

Tell all them critics to suck on the dick

Nigga

I woke up in a new Bugatti