“I Woke Up in a New Bugatti Lyrics” sung by Ace Hood ft. Future, Rick Ross represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Bugatti by Ace Hood.
I Woke Up in a New Bugatti Lyrics
[Intro: Future & Ace Hood] We the motherf^^kin best, n^^ga Ace Hood Super, Future
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 1: Ace Hood] Okay, n^^gas be hatin I’m rich as a b^^ch 100K I spent that on my wrist 200 dollars, I spent that on your b^^ch Do me a model, put that on my list Oh there he go in that foreign again Killin the scene bring the coroner in Murder she wrote, swallow or choke Hit her and go home, I won’t call her again Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin some s^^t with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches You p^^sies can’t hardly afford it 4,200 my mortgage Ballin on n^^gas like Kobe F^^k all you haters you bore me Only the real get a piece of the plate Reppin my city I’m runnin my state Give me a pistol then run with the K’s N^^gas want beef then I visit ya place (B^^g!)
[Chorus: 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
[Verse 2: Ace Hood] Yeah, and I’m at it again There go that flow bringin tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent N^^gas is sweet bring them cavities in Countin money, hourly trend Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins N^^gas is squares, coppin’ a Benz Neck full of Gold, Olympian s^^t Neimans, I’m blowing the check on they gear Fall on some p^^sy then hop on the Lear Strapped with them choppers back of the rear Sak pase’ them killers is here Woke up early this morning, mind is tellin me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor Millionaire n^^ga no rumor Livin my life off of tuna Wanted with me I deliver the beef Real n^^gas only enjoyin the feast Pull up a seat, bon appétit No Louboutins put that red on your sneaks (B^^g!)
[Chorus: 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 [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Mastermind, n^^ga Photographs of dope boys, is all they taking Finger prints on the Rolls Royce, is why they hatin’ Push a button on these broke boys, that’s detonation Walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she livin’ carefree That’s why I hustle for half a key 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 hundred mill And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella Trill Yeah
[Chorus: 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
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