Lyrical Breakdown of Bugatti (feat. Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Wiz Khalifa, 2 Chainz & Future) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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This the remix (remix)
Chyeah, chyeah (Ear Drummers)
I come looking for you with Haitians (whoo)
I stay smoking on good Jamaican (it's We The Best Music)
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money, they started hating (turn up)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (remix, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (remix, skrrt, whoa)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (yeah, remix, whoa)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (turn up, remix, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti (yeah)
Tatts all over my body (yeah)
Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me, man y'all need a new hobby
What they gon' talk to me? What they gon' say?
I ball, you a waterboy, "Bobby" Boucher
On top, toupée, y'all niggas fruitcakes
I don't really play games, but I keep 2K's (ugh)
Damn, 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, pussy
This the remix
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Ho-ho-hold up, double-M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas snappin' a flick
Ballin', I blow 50 racks in the VIP
I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch
A new Mussolini in back of the six
I'm shittin' 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 bitch
And I been hit your hoe, now she back on my dick
But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch
Like hol' up, I woke up in a cool new Ferrari
With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me
New Aston Martin plus a Rolls-Royce (turn up)
And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti, nigga
I woke up in a new Bugatti (remix, yeah, yeah)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (yeah, remix, okay, skrrt)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Bankhead nigga, remix, Hustle Gang, partner)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (turn up)
(It's the king, bitch, remix, whoo, whoo, whoo, whoo)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (whoo, whoo, whoo, let's get it, hey)
And it's paid for, nigga
Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego, nigga (ay)
I'm a mo'fuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made ol' nigga
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 shit poppin' (ay)
Right (ay), put it in the light (yeah)
Nigga got ice, but it don't look right (okay)
If a nigga buy a brick, and it don't cook right
I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight (nigga)
I got a bag full of tools and some yay' to move (okay)
And all I want is money, leave the fame to you (alright)
I graduated out of gladiator school (uh-huh)
So all I know is, "Go," like I'm trained to do (ay, ay, ay, turn up)
Right now, turn my Masi pedal to the metal I'm ashin' out
I let the top down in my Phantom drop (ay, ay)
Blowin', I'm high as an astronaut (yeah)
When you see me, I'm cashin' out (alright)
Walked into Mercedes, bought half the lot (okay)
You keep carrying on, you getting carried out
'Cause I don't take ass whoopin', just pass 'em out
Is this worth getting blasted about?
No, for real, is it worth getting blasted about? (Whoo, whoo, whoo, bah)
Uh, uh (uh), money conversation, get so high, I be scrapin'
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 shit 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 (turn up)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (remix, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (remix, yeah, skrrt, uh)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Rich Gang)
Fresh, whips, candy on that money dip
Five hundred, I'm hood rich, put in work, did a hundred flips
Been about them mansions (mansions), Stunna Island, we packin' (packin')
Rich Gang, we uptown, nigga hardbody and mackin'
Tool on that back, nigga, money and that power (power)
Mansion on that beach, nigga, blood-red Bugatti ('Gatti)
Versace on my bitch, nigga
Blow a mil' like it's a dollar, Stun' (Stun', Stun', Stun')
This the remix
I woke up in a new Bugatti (ay, ay, ay)
Woke up with the crown, nigga (ay), serving Bobby Brown, nigga
Started from the bottom, now it's Carter, Nino Brown, nigga (ay, ay, whoo)
Take my spot, nigga never will (whoo)
Now I know how 'Melo feel (ay, ay, whoo)
We both shooters from New York (huh)
But I show a nigga how the metal feel (turn up, haan)
Fidel Castro with them Cuban Links (bling, ay, haan)
With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link (ay, ay, ay)
Excuse My French, nigga, no France (haan)
Hottest new niggas in ten years (haan)
Coke boy deal like ten M's (yeah, haan, 2Chainz)
DJ Khaled up in there
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Flow hot as the Mojave, give me that sloppy shit
All on my car is stick, give her some hundreds, she did
Like this, I'ma say this (I'ma say this)
Fuck it, I'll say it (fuck it, I'll say it)
If you got good pussy, you should always have your rent paid (choke)
Choke on some bands, if I'm not mistaken (not mistaken)
Add up my outfit, fashion statement (fashion statement)
This the school of hard knocks, graduation (true)
This the remix (ugh)
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I'm sick of y'all niggas all talkin' crazy (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within will reincarnate 'em
Fuck underrated, I'm constipated
I'm shittin' on 'em, fuck toilet paper
You're now tuned into the fuckin' greatest (whoo, whoo, whoo)
Ace Hood, congratulations
Say, name one nigga that's rockin' with him (nah)
Flow like a hundred round choppa, nigga
Made a way out of the jungle
And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as shit
Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
Tell all them critics to suck on the dick
Nig-