- Votes:
- Composers:
- Williams
- Michael Len / Garner
- Justin / Mccolister
- Antoine / Roberts
- William / Wilburn
- Nayvadius Demun
 
- See also:
Birdman - Bugatti lyrics
(Intro: Future)
 We the motherfuckin best nigga
 Ace Hood
 It's 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 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 1: Ace Hood)
 Niggas be hatin I'm 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 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 shit with no mileage
 Diamonds cost me a fortune
 Them horses all in them Porsches
 You pussies can't handle 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 visit ya place 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 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 2: Ace Hood)
 Yeah, and I'm at it again
 There go that flow bringin tragedy in
 Copped me a chain your salary spentBirdman - Bugatti - http://motolyrics.com/birdman/bugatti-lyrics.html
 Niggas is sweepin them cavities in
 Countin money, hourly trend
 Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
 Niggas is squares, cabin and pens
 Neck full of Gold Olympian shit
 Neiman's, I'm blowing the check on they 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 Louboutins put that red on your feet 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 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 3: 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 fuck bitches 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









