ace hood
bugatti (ft. future & rick ross)
[Intro: Future] We the motherfuckin best nigga Ace Hood Its Over, Future [Hook: 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 the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti [Verse 1: Ace Hood] Niggas be hatin Im rich as a bitch 100 K I spent that on my wrist Two hundred thousand I spent that on your bitch You and your model put that on the list Oh there he go with that Foreign again Killin the sebring and callin it end Murder she wrote, swallow a choke Hit her and go home and call her again Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whipin some shit with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses follow them Porsches You pussies can't handle a afford it 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 feed ya your plate Bang! [Hook: 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 the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti [Verse 2: Ace Hood] Yeah, Im at it again There go the flow bringin tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent Niggas is sweepin them cavities in Countin money, hourly trend Rolling them skinnies 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 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 lou Vuittons put that red on your feet Bang [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Photographs of dope boys Is all they taking is finger prints on the Rolls Royce Is why they hatin' push a button on these broke boys Thats detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she livin' care free That's why I hustle for half a Ki thats 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' bonuses hit that man that's from dirty feet Left in a puddle finger prints is on hundred mill And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood We hella Trill Yeah [Hook: 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 the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti