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birdman - bugatti lyrics

(intro: future)
we the motherf-ckin best n-gg-
ace hood
it’s over, future

(hook: future)
i come looking for you with haitians
i stay smoking on good jamaican
i f-ck b-tches 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)
n-gg-s be hatin i’m rich as a b-tch
100 k i spent that on my wrist
two hundred thousand i spent that on your b-tch
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 sh-t with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
them horses all in them porsches
you p-ss-es can’t handle afford it
4, 200 my mortgage
ballin on n-gg-s like kobe
f-ck 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
n-gg-s want beef then i visit ya place bang!

(verse 2: ace hood)
yeah, and i’m at it again
there go that flow bringin tragedy in
copped me a chain your salary spent
n-gg-s is sweepin them cavities in
countin money, hourly trend
rolling them skinny like olsen twins
n-gg-s is squares, cabin and pens
neck full of gold olympian sh-t
neiman’s, i’m blowing the check on they gear
fall on some p-ssy 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 n-gg- no rumor
livin my life off of tuna
wanted with me i deliver the beef
real n-gg-s only enjoyin the feast
pull up a seat, bon appet-te
no louboutins put that red on your feet bang

(verse 3: rick ross)
photographs of dope boys, is all they taking
finger prints on the rolls royce, is why they hatin’
push a b-tton 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 h-t 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 h-lla trill
yeah

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