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ripsi winelover – bugatti lyrics

[intro: future and dj khaled]
we the motherf+ckin best n+gga
remix motherf+cker!
ace hood!
this the remix!
ear drummers

[chorus: 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 (turn up!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!)
i woke up in a new bugatti (remix!)

[verse 1: ace hood]
i woke up in a new bugatti
tats all over my body
gettin’ real money, n+ggas still hatin’ on me
man y’all need a nеw hobby
or they won’t talk to me, what they gon’ say?
i ball, you a watеrboy, bobby boucher
on top, toupée, y’all n+ggas fruitcakes
i don’t really play games but i keep 2 k’s
d+mn, mr. hood why you do ’em like that?
pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back
couple weeks old, “bugatti” done went gold
you ain’t even know, i deserve that plaque
we the best, runnin’ every summer in fact
july 16th i’m bringin’ the real back
broward! p+ssy
[bridge: future]
i woke up in a new bugatti

[verse 2: meek mill]
hold up, double m back in this b+tch
walk in the club with a mac on my hip
diamonds look like n+ggas snappin a fl!ck
ballin’ i blow fifty racks in the vip
i back in the whip, maybach with your b+tch
a new mussolini in back of the six
i’m sh+ttin’ on rappers, these rappers is sick
cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain’t get
cause we crackin’ them bricks and i package the zip
and i’m switchin’ my flow, i spit crack in this b+tch
and i been hit your ho, now she back on my d+ck
but i get to the dough and get back at your b+tch
like hollup, i woke up in coon new ferrari
with all my motherf+ckin’ jewelry on me
new aston martin plus a rolls royce
and a new ferrari, that’s a new bugatti

[chorus: future]
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
i woke up in a new bugatti
[verse 3: t.i.]
and it’s paid for n+gga
got racks, stack ’em up like lego n+gga
i’m a motherf+ckin’ g, i don’t play with no n+gga
multi+millionaire self+made ho n+gga
h+u+s+t+l+e gang
for that, in god we trust, we bang
i’m the new john gotti in a new bugatti
i got a few young hotties wanna get sh+t poppin’
right, put it in the light
n+gga got ice but it don’t look right
if a n+gga buy a brick and it don’t cook right
i’ll whip that sh+t for a rack, sit tight
i got a bag full of tools and some yay to move
and all i want is money, leave the fame to you
i graduated out of gladiator school
so all i know is go like i’m trained to do
right now, turn my mazy pedal to the metal i’m ashin’ out
i let the top down in my phantom drop
blowin’, i’m high as an astronaut
when you see me, i’m cashin’ out
walked into mercedes bought half the lot
you keep carrying on, you getting carried out
cause i don’t take ass whoopins, just pass ‘em out
is this worth getting blasted about?
no forreal, is it worth getting blasted about?
[verse 4: wiz khalifa]
money conversation, get so high, i be scr+pin’
got my eyes like a asian, in my ride, like i’m racin’
in the sky, like a plane, it’s gang or die
ain’t no lames up in my circle, ain’t no ho sh+t in my eyes
throwin’ money in the air, poppin’ bands and let it fly
where i’m from, you come up short, pull that thing and let it fly
you know me, blow so much dank, think i’m marley
got so much ink on my body, brought so much drink to the party
i fell asleep and woke up in a new bugatti

[chorus: future]
i woke up in a new bugatti
i woke up in a new bugatti
i woke up in a new bugatti

[verse 5: birdman]
fresh, whips, candy on that money dip
five hundred, i’m hood rich, put in work, did a hundred flips
been about them mansions, stunna island, we packin’
rich gang, we uptown, n+gga hardbody and mackin’
tool on that back, n+gga, money and that power
mansion on that beach, n+gga, blood red bugatti
versace on my b+tch, n+gga, blow a mil’ like it’s a dollar
stunt!

[bridge: future]
i woke up in a new bugatti

[verse 6: french montana]
woke up with the crown n+gga, serving bobby brown, n+gga
started from the bottom now it’s carter, nino brown n+gga
take my spot n+gga never will, now i know how ‘melo feel
we both shooters from new york (turn up!)
but i shown n+gga how the metal feel
fidel castro with them cuban links
with mark cuban where them cubans link
excuse my french n+gga, no france
hottest new n+ggas in ten years
coke boy deal like ten m’s
dj khaled up in there

[bridge: future]
i woke up in a new bugatti

[verse 7: 2 chainz]
flow hot as the mojave, gimme that sloppy sh+t
all on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did
like this, i’mma say this! f+ck it, i’ll say it!
if you got good p+ssy you should always have your rent paid
choke on some bands if i’m not mistaken
add up my outfit, fashion statement
this the school of hard knocks; graduation (tru!)

[bridge: future]
i woke up in a new bugatti

[verse 8: ace hood]
i’m sick of y’all n+ggas all talkin’ crazy
hottest n+gga spittin’ and they can’t debate it
i didn’t really know 2pac or big
but know the beast within’ll reincarnate ’em
f+ck underrated, i’m constipated
i’m sh+ttin’ on ’em, f+ck toilet paper
you’re now tuned into the f+ckin’ greatest
ace hood, congratulations
say name one n+gga that’s rockin’ with him
flow like a hundred round choppa n+gga
made a way out of the jungle
and now they in trouble, i used to be humble as sh+t
recently flooded my neck and my wrist
tell all them critics to suck on the d+ck
n+gga, broward

[bridge: future]
i woke up in a new bugatti

[verse 9: ripsi winelover]
rolling in my bugatti
k!ller stay uptown, louden va tree
word…bugattis i just wake up
in wait uh min u ain’t got no bugatti ok
i was playin b+tch
under pressure like scuba divers
trying to seek atlantis through
an under sea secrete passage
blaze past you in my bugatti
i’m tryna be low key
who didn’t really care to see, or give a d+mn if she
i dumped the hoe and fell asleep inside of a bugatti
and my hadukid is watch how i do them, see
by mindless rappers on
how they bought a new bugatti
and my thun thun is blueand if i pop that b+tch
go f+ck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich
in a red bugatti, lookin’ like i claim blood
entrance no charge cause we late to the club
ah f+ck it i’ll run your ass over with a bugatti
what the f+ck i look like, saying i’m sorry

[outro: future]
i woke up in a new bugatti

- ripsi winelover lyrics

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