Bugatti - Explicit Remix Version

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-We the motherfucking best, nigga -Yeah

Remix, motherfucker -Broward -Ace Hood

This the remix -Yeah, yeah -I come looking for you a Haitian I stay -smoking on good Jamaican -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 -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 -I woke up in a new Bugatti Tats all over my body Getting real money, niggas still hating on me Man, y'all need a new hobby

Oh, they wanna talk, tell me what they gon' say I ball, you a water boy, Bobby

Boucher You on top, toupee, y'all niggas fruitcakes I don't really play games but I keep two K's 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 running every summer, in fact July 16th, I'm -bringing the real back Broward, pussy -This the remix

Ho, ho, hold up, Double M back in this bitch Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip Diamonds look like niggas snapping a flick Balling, I blow fifty racks in the

VIP I'm back in the whip, man, back with your bitch A new Murcielagho in back of the six I'm shitting on rappers, these rappers is sick 'Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get 'Cause we cracking them bricks and I package the zip

And I'm switching my flow, I speak crack in this bitch And I been hit your ho then she back on my dick But I get to the door and get back at your bitch like Hold up, I woke up in cool Ferraris With all my motherfucking jewelry on me New Aston

Martin plus a Rolls Royce And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti, nigga -I woke up in a new Bugatti -Remix -I woke up in a new Bugatti -Okay -I woke up in a new Bugatti -Hustle Gang, partner -I woke up in a new Bugatti -This the king, bitch -I woke up in a new Bugatti -Had it paid for, nigga Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego, nigga I'm a motherfucking G, I don't play with no nigga Multi-millionaire, self-made ho nigga H-U-S-T-L-E Gang For that end goal, we trap, we bang I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti I got a few young hotties wanna get your shit poppin' Right, put it in the light Nigga got ice but it don't look right If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight I got a bag full of twos and some yay to move Hey, all I want is money, leave the fame to you I graduated out of gladiator school So all I know it -go like I'm trained to do -Turn up

Right now to my Masi', pedal to the metal, I'm mashing out I let the top down on my

Phantom drop Blowing, I'm high as an astronaut When you see me, I'm cashing out

Walked into Mercedes, bought half the lot You keep carrying on, you getting carried out 'Cause I don't take airflow, but jet blast 'em out It did work getting blasted by For real, is it worth getting blasted by? Bow

Money conversation get so high, I be scraping Got my eyes like a Asian in my ride like I'm racing 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 Throwing money in the air, pop them 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 -I woke up in a new Bugatti -Remix -I woke up in a new Bugatti -Remix -I woke up in a new Bugatti -Fresh whips, candy on that money dip Five hundred, I'm hood rich Put in work, did a hundred flips Been about the mansions

Stunna island, we packing Rich gang, we uptown, nigga, hard body and macking Two on that back, nigga, money and that power Mansion on that beach, nigga, blood red

Bugatti Versace on my bitch, nigga, blow a mill' like it's a dollar Stunna -This the remix -Woke up with the crown, nigga Serving

Bobby Brown, nigga Started from the bottom, now it's Carter, Nino Brown, nigga

Take my spot, nigga never will Now I know how Melo feel We both shooters from New

York But I show a nigga how the metal feel -Turn up -Fidel Castro with them Cuban links

Walmart Cuban where them Cubans link Excuse my French, nigga no friends Hottest new niggas in ten years Cuff boy down like 10 AM DJ Khaled with the— -I woke up in a new Bugatti -Blow hotter than Mojave Give me that sloppy shit On my Kyra shit Give her some money, she did Like this, I'ma say this

Fuck it, I said If you got good pussy, you should always have your rent paid Show cost a band if I'm not mistaken Adam my outfit, fashion statement -This the school of hard knocks graduation -This the remix -I woke up in a new Bugatti -I'm sick of y'all niggas out talking crazy

Hottest nigga spitting and they can't debate it I didn't really know Tupac or

Big But know the beats were there, we reincarnate 'em Fuck underrated, I'm constipated I'm shitting on 'em, fuck toilet paper You are now tuned into the fucking greatest Ace Hood, congratulations Say name one nigga that's rocking with him Flow like a hundred round chopper, 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, nigga -Remix -Broward

I woke up in a new Bugatti