Bugatti (remix) Lyrics - Ace Hood

We the motherfucking best nigga 

Ace Hood 

It's Over, 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 

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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OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a bitch 

One hundred K I spent that on my wrist 

Two hundred dollars spent that on your bitch 

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 shit 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 niggas like Kobe 

fuck 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 

Niggas want beef then I visit your place 

Bang! 

Photos 

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 

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 

niggas is sweet bring them cavities in 

counting money, hourly trend 

rolling them skinny like Olsen twins 

niggas is squares, cabin and pens 

neck full of Gold Olympian shit 

niggas is blowing their checks on the gear 

fall on some pussy 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 nigga no rumor 

living my life off of tuna 

wanted with me I deliver the beef 

real niggas 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 fuck bitches 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 dope 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 fuck bitches 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