Ace Hood - Bugatti (Feat. Rick Ross & Future)

[Intro: Future]
 We the motherfuckin best nigga
 Ace Hood
 Its 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 the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti

 [Verse 1: Ace Hood]
 Niggas be hatin Im 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 with that Foreign again
 Killin the sebring and callin 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
 Whipin some shit with no mileage
 Diamonds cost me a fortune
 Them horses follow them Porsches
 You pussies can't handle a 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 feed ya your plate Bang!

 [Hook]
 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 the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti

 [Verse 2: Ace Hood]
 Yeah, Im at it again
 There go the flow bringin tragedy in
 Copped me a chain your salary spent
 Niggas is sweepin them cavities in
 Countin 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 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 lou Vuittons put that red on your feet Bang

 [Hook]
 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 the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti

 [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
 Photographs of dope boys
 Is all they taking is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
 Is why they hatin' push a button on these broke boys
 Thats detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
 I watch mama struggle now she livin' care free
 That's why I hustle for half a Ki thats 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' bonuses 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]
 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 the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti
 I woke up in the new Bugatti