☆ Bugatti (Remix)-Ace Hood

We the motherfuckin best nigga
Remix motherfucker
Ace Hood
This the remix
Tik Tik
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
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
Gettin’ real money
niggas still hatin’ on me
Man y’all need a
new hobby
Or they won’t talk to me
what they gon’ say
I ball you a waterboy
Bobby Boucher
On top toupee
y’all niggas fruitcakes
I don’t really play games
but I keep 2 K’s
Dam 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
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 be snappin a flick
Ballin’ I blow fifty
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 ho
now she back on my dick
But I get to the dough and
get back at your bitch
Like hollup
I woke up in Coon new Ferrari
With all my motherfuckin
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 Remix
I woke up in a
new Bugatti Remix
I woke up in a new Bugatti
And it’s paid for nigga
Got racks
stack ’em up like
Lego nigga
I’m a motherfuckin
G I don’t play
with no nigga
Multi millionaire
self made ho 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
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 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
Turn Up
Right now
turn my Mazy pedal to the
metal I’m mashin 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
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
I woke up in a
new Bugatti Remix
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Fresh whips
Candy on that money dip
Fi 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
Nigga hardbody
and mackin’
Tool on that back nigga
Money and that power
Mansion on that beach nigga
Blood red Bugatti
Versace on my bitch nigga
Blow a mil’ like
it’s a dollar Stunt
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Woke up with the crown nigga
Serving Bobby Brown nigga
Started from the bottom
now it’s caught up
Nino Brown nigga
Take my spot nigga never will
Now I know how ‘melo feel
We both shooters
from New York
But I shown nigga
how the metal feel
Fidel Castro with them
cuban links
With Mark Cuban
where them Cubans link
Excuse My French nigga
no France
Hottest new niggas
in ten years
Coke boy deal
like ten M’s
DJ Khaled up in there
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Flow hot as the Mojave
gimme that sloppy shit
On my charessidy
You’re some hundreds she did
Like this
I’mma say this
I’mma say this
Fuck it
I’ll say it
Fuck it
I’ll say it
Isn’t got good
pussy 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
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I’m sick of y’all niggas
all talkin’ crazy
Hottest nigga spittin
and they can’t debate it
I didn’t really know
2Pac or Big
But know the beast
within’ll reincarnate ’em
Fuck underrated
I’m constipated
I’m shittin’ on ’em
fuck toilet paper
You’re now tuned into
the fuckin’ greatest
Ace Hood congratulations
Say name one nigga
that’s rockin’ with him
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
Nigga
I woke up in a new Bugatti