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ACE HOOD lyrics : "Bugatti"

I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I $#&@ (*##$es 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


!@^%s be hating I'm rich as a (*##$
100 K I spent that on my wrist

Two hundred thousand I spent that on your (*##$
You and your model put that on the list
Oh there he go in that foreign again


Killing the scene bring the coroner in
Murder she wrote, swallow or 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 %#@! with no mileage

Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsche's
You !@#( can't hardly afford it

4,200 my mortgage
Balling on !@$@s like Kobe


$#&@ all you haters you bore me
Only the real get a piece of the plate
Rappin my city I'm running my state

Give me a pistol then run with the K's
!@^%s want beef then I


Chorus:

I come looking for you with Haitians

I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I $#&@ (*##$es 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
Copped me a chain your salary spent

!@^%s is sweeping them cavities in

Counting money, hourly trend

Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
!@^%s is squares, cabin and pens
Neck full of Gold Olympian %#@!

Newman, I'm blowing the check on they gear

Fall on some #~!!@ then hop on the Lear

Shot with them choppers back of the rear
Sake passes them killers is here
Woke up early morning, mind is telling me money


Paper, mules, pockets is fat as a tumor
Billionaire !@$@ no rumor

Living my life off of tuna
Wanted with me I deliver the beef
Real !@$@s only enjoying the feast

Pull up a seat, bon apetit
No Loboutin put that red on your feet


Chorus:

I come looking for you with Haitians

I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I $#&@ (*##$es 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 hating
Push a button on these broke boys, that's detonation
Walk a road to riches bare feet

I watch mama struggle now she living caring free

That's why I hustle for half a key 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 bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet

Left in a puddle, finger prints is on hundred mill
And what it is?
Ricky Roze and Ace Hood, we had a thrill

Chorus:


I come looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I $#&@ (*##$es 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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