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

[Intro]We the motherfucking best, ****Ace HoodSuper, Future[Chorus]I come looking for you with HaitiansI stay smoking on good JamaicanI fuck bitches from different racesYou get money, they started hatingI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new Bugatti[Verse 1]Okay, **** be hatingI'm rich as a bitch, 100K, I spent that on my wristTwo hundred dollars, spent that on your bitchDo me a model, put that on my listOh, there he go in that foreign againKilling the scene, bring the coroner inMurder she wrote, swallow or chokeHit her and go home, won't call her againWoke up early this morningCrib as big as a collegeSmoke me a pound of the loudestWhipping some shit with no mileageDiamonds cost me a fortuneThem horses all in them PorschesYou pussies can't hardly afford itForty-two hundred, my mortgageBalling on **** like KobeFuck all you haters, you bore meOnly the real get a piece of the plateRepping my city, I'm running my stateGive me a pistol then run with the K's**** want beef, then I visit your place[Chorus]I come looking for you with HaitiansI stay smoking on good JamaicanI fuck bitches from different racesYou get money, they started hatingI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new Bugatti[Verse 2]Yeah, and I'm at it againThere go that flow, bringing tragedy inCopped me a chain, your salary spent**** is sweet, bring them cavities inCounting money, hourly trendRolling them skinny like Olsen twins**** is squares, copping a BenzNeck full of gold, Olympian shitNeiman's, I'm blowing the check on the gearFall in some pussy then hop on the LearStrapped with them choppers in back of the rearSak pase', them killers is hereWoke up early this morningMind is telling me moneyPaper, moola, pockets as fat as a tumorMillionaire ****, no rumorLiving my life off of tunaWanted with me, I deliver the beefReal **** only, enjoying the feastPull up a seat, bon appétitNo Louboutins when that red on your sneaks, bang[Chorus]I come looking for you with HaitiansI stay smoking on good JamaicanI fuck bitches from different racesYou get money, they started hatingI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiWhoa, mastermind, ****I woke up in a new Bugatti[Verse 3]Photographs of dope boys is all they takingFingerprints on the Rolls Royce is why they hatingPush a button on these broke boys, that's detonationWalked the road to riches, bare feetI watched mama struggle, now she living carefreeThat's why I hustle, it's for that half a key, that's twelve G'sI'm tryna bubble, every summer, a new LPYou gotta love me, I got shooters out the D-LeagueSigning bonus, hit that man, that's from thirty feetLeft in a puddle, fingerprints is on a hundred mill'And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace HoodWe hella trill, yeah[Chorus]I come looking for you with HaitiansWhat you know about this?I stay smoking on good JamaicanWe the bestI fuck bitches from different racesHundred M'sYou get money, they started hatingI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new BugattiI woke up in a new Bugatti