Bugatti Lyrics - Trials And Tribulations - Ace Hood

(Super, 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 

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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I woke up in a new Bugatti 

Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch 

100 K I spent that on my wrist 

Two hundred thousand I spent that on your bitch 

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, 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 shit with no mileage 

Diamonds cost me a fortune 

Them horses all in them Porsches 

You pussies can't hardly afford it 

Photos 

4, 200 my mortgage 

Ballin on niggas like Kobe 

Fuck 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 

Niggas want beef then I visit ya place Bang! 

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 

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 that flow bringin tragedy in 

Copped me a chain your salary spent 

Niggas is sweet bring them cavities in 

Countin money, hourly trend 

Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins 

Niggas is squares, cabin and pens 

Neck full of Gold Olympian shit 

Neimans, I'm blowing the check on they gear 

Fall on some pussy then hop on the Lear 

Shot with them choppers back of the rear 

Sak pase' them killers is here 

Woke up early morning, mind is tellin me money 

Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor 

Billionaire nigga no rumor 

Livin my life off of tuna 

Wanted with me I deliver the beef 

Real niggas only enjoyin the feast 

Pull up a seat, bon appetite 

No Louboutins put that red on your feet Bang 

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 

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 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 

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 

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