☆ I woke up in a new Bugatti lyrics

You see Future? I’m the Haitian

Top shelf, now we Jamaicans

My crew got ammunition

We only fire when it’s revolution

I woke up in that new McLaren

I woke up in that new McLaren

I woke up in that new McLaren

I woke up in that new McLaren

Let’s go!

First time I came in the bizz I got noticed

Was way back with the Fugees, Haitians have made it

Admit it, you sold over 18 mill records

Instead they thought I’d be another like them

At the end they be rockin, the whip they pick

My nigga with em or leave em but I say last

It’s hard to beat this, I got carnivore hits

I got hip-hop out, I want you falling which is

Falling which, first hip-hop album

Four languages to go 4 time climbin

What did I miss? Out in Queens

Hustle my make-up, mata le vous?

Talk Italian to them niggas

Happy bout that, you see all leavin

But I ain’t satisfied

Another rap, talk with the text, it’s Destiny Child

In the remix, Haley, Beyonce

Oh no no no

On your playlist

Benjamin Ivy hit me on the wires

He brought a young girl by the name of Maya

So I put her on the track, ghetto superstars

With the old dirty bastard

That brought you up, definitely had one

Then I got the call from Fat Joe with ping pon

They doin a song, do I wanna speak son?

Hell yeah, Caribbean connection

Foes and enemies meaning the same in the dictionary, the same Pictionary

All you see is the cemetery

Army ready for Apache, kamikaze, however they wanna come and see me

Orlando XE, I keep artillery

Just in case they wanna come and get my niggas

That makes you the perfect target

Wake up or Mr. Nobody wrapped up like mummies and lookin like this

This is what haters we pray for the most

All I do is laugh,

Think of the past, I was playing in the studio, I’m playing in cracks

So when I say I’ll miss you Michael

This isn’t bout a chance to meet one of my idols

Damn, what a journey

The music in this juke

Clark David gave me a call

Said you’ll return for Whitney