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TRAE THA TRUTH FT. FUTURE, ACE HOOD & RICK ROSS lyrics : "Bugatti"

(Hook: Future)
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 the 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
(x2)
^!$$%s be hating but they ain't sayin %#@!

Say they the truth I say get off my dick
$#&@in with me? I'mma get in they (*##$
Put they (*##$ out, and go get in they %#@!

Ayo Slim, I don't think they payin attention
We need to bring this (*##$ back
Slim baby, ride rims through the suburbs

^!$$%s got a problem, Houston
(Verse: Trae Tha Truth)
^!$$%s be hating but they ain't sayin %#@!

Say they the truth I say get off my dick
$#&@in with me? I'mma get in they (*##$
Put they (*##$ out, and go get in they %#@!

Yea I'm the king and this city is mine
Bow to the greatest, sit the $#&@ down
You say you get money but nothing like mine

I ain't the realest? I hear (*##$ you lyin
Jumped up early this morning
Take the right (*##$ to my choppa

Diamonds, sip like a patient
Somebody go get em a doctor
#~!!@ ^!$$%s be actin, somebody should give em an Oscar

How you a hater but so real?
I told em you ^!$$%s impostors
I woke up another day in this Bugatti

With something exotic, one hell of a body
(*##$ I'm a G but this work is gon go
I'm invested in drug money like I was Gotti

^!$$% know I'm blowin !@%!e money, dope money
Same %#@! that they getting off the boat homey
I'm paid, never pay em all in dope money

'Cause the (*##$ that you come with ? got er broke for me
(Verse: Ace Hood)
^!$$%s be hatin 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
Killin 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

Whippin some %#@! with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches

You !@#( can't handle afford it
4,200 my mortgage
Ballin on ^!$$%s like Kobe

$#&@ 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
^!$$%s want beef then I visit ya place Bang!
(Hook: Future)

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 the 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

(Verse: Ace Hood)
Yeah, and I'm at it again
There go that flow bringin tragedy in
Copped me a chain your salary spent
^!$$%s is sweepin them cavities in

Countin money, hourly trend
Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
^!$$%s is squares, cabin and pens
Neck full of Gold Olympian %#@!
Neiman's, I'm blowing the check on they gear

Fall on some #~!!@ 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 ^!$$% no rumor
Livin my life off of tuna
Wanted with me I deliver the beef
Real ^!$$%s only enjoyin the feast
Pull up a seat, bon appetite

No Louboutins put that red on your feet Bang
(Hook: Future)
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 the 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
(Verse: Rick Ross)
Photographs of dope boys, is all they taking

Finger prints on the Rolls Royce, is why they hatin'
Push a button on these broke boys, that's detonation
Walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she livin' careifree
That's why I hustle for half a key 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 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 $#&@ (*##$es from different races
You get money they started hating
I woke up in the 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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