Bugatti (Trae tha Truth Remix)

[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

[Pre-Verse: Trae Tha Truth] x2

Niggas be hating but they ain’t sayin shit

Say they the truth I say get off my dick

Fuckin with me? I’mma get in they bitch

Put they bitch out, and go get in they shit

Ayo Slim, I don’t think they payin attention

We need to bring this bitch back

Slim baby, ride rims through the suburbs

Niggas got a problem, Houston

[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]

Niggas be hating but they ain’t sayin shit

Say they the truth I say get off my dick

Fuckin with me? I’mma get in they bitch

Put they bitch out, and go get in they shit

Yea I’m the king and this city is mine

Bow to the greatest, sit the fuck down

You say you get money but nothing like mine

I ain’t the realest? I hear bitch you lyin

Jumped up early this morning

Take the right bitch to my choppa

Diamonds, sip like a patient

Somebody go get em a doctor

Pussy niggas be actin, somebody should give em an Oscar

How you a hater but so real?

I told em you niggas impostors

I woke up another day in this Bugatti

With something exotic, one hell of a body

Bitch I’m a G but this work is gon go

I’m invested in drug money like I was Gotti

Nigga know I’m blowin coke money, dope money

Same shit that they getting off the boat homey

I’m paid, never pay em all in dope money

‘Cause the bitch that you come with – got er broke for me

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]

Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch

100K I spent that on my wrist

200 dollars, I spent that on your bitch

Do me a model, put that on my 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, I won't 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 hardly 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 3: Ace Hood]

Yeah, and I'm at it again

There go that flow bringin tragedy in

Copped me a chain your salary spent

Niggas is sweet bring them cavities in

Countin money, hourly trend

Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins

Niggas is squares, coppin' a Benz

Neck full of Gold Olympian shit

Neimans, I'm blowing the check on they gear

Fall on some pussy then hop on the Lear

Strapped with them choppers back of the rear

Sak pase' them killers is here

Woke up early this morning, mind is tellin me money

Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor

Millionaire 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 appétit

No Louboutins put that red on your sneaks (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 4: 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' carefree

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 thirty 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