Ace Hood - Bugati Lyrics

I go looking for you 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

Niggas be hating I’m rich as a bitch
100 K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars I spent that on YOUR bitch
You and your model put that on my list
Oh there he go with that Foreign again
Killing the … and calling 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
Whipping some shit with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
You pussies can't handle or afford it
4,200 my mortgage
Balling on niggas like Kobe
Fuck all you haters, you bore me
Only the real get a piece of the plate
Ripping my CD I'm running my state
Hit me a pistol then run with the K's
Niggas want beef then I visit your place

I go looking for you 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 bringing tragedy in
Cough me your chain your salary spent
Niggas is sweeping them cavities in
Counting 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 then back of the rear
Sak Pase, said them killers is here
Woke up early morning, mind is telling me money
Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Billionaire nigga no rumor
Living my life off of a tuna
Wanted with me I deliver the beef
Real niggas only enjoying the feast
Pull up a seat, bon appetite
No Louis Vuitton when that run on your…

I go looking for you 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 take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
Is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
It’s detonation, walked a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living care free
That's why I hustle for that half a Ki that’s 12 G's
I'm trying to bubble every summer a new LP
You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-league
Signing bonuses hit that man, that’s from dirty feet
Left in a puddle finger prints is on a hundred mill
And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood
We hella Trill
Yeahhh...

I go looking for you 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


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