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RICK ROSS [FEAT. DIDDY] lyrics : "New Bugatti"

[Verse 1: Diddy]
You ^!$$%s paranoid, I party, getting money
I know I'm the %#@!, my janitor be getting money

I got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a view
Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
Pray for me; damn, I grind every day for it

If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it
Bugatti Boy, one point eight four
I got money, baby - I could order eight more

$#&@ the Forbes list; let's tell the truth, I ate more
I got a billion, baby - time to get me eight more
Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more

Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor

[Hook: Rick Ross and (Diddy)]

Got a hundred mil'
(It's time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?

(I may need me another one)
Five bad (*##$es
(Just got me another one)

P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)


Five mil' cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie

(No, it's not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(^!$$%, number one)

Real ^!$$%s run the city
(Never be another one)


[Verse 2: Diddy]
These haters speculate
They always watching mine

She know what time it is
Just like my watch line
My clothes line

The cologne, (*##$
I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, (*##$
I'm strong, (*##$

I own %#@!
Gave myself a ten-digit bonus
I'm the money man

Money never financed
Come get this money, baby
With your fine $$#


If your ^!$$% broke, it's time to get another one
If your (*##$ is tripping, time to get another one

I'm Puff Daddy, (*##$ - there'll never be another one
Bugatti Boys forever one


[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

I'm feeling the money
I'm loving the paper
^!$$% hating the hood

Took his ho to Jamaica
If I let down the top
Let the breeze in my beard

V.I.P. is the spot
They playing musical chairs
My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty

Got that money in the bag that can hold a $#&@ing body in
One point five for this brand new black Bugatti
Jewels like I'm Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di

Feeling myself; (*##$, you do the same
$#&@ what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came
My (*##$ had a vest, with one foot in the trap

If I bust at your chest, I bet that's a wrap

[Hook]

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