Ace Hood ☆ Bugatti (Feat. Rick Ross & Future)

I come looking for you 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 the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
Niggas be hatin’ I’m rich as a
bitch
100K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred thousand I spent
that on your bitch
You and your model put that on
the list
Oh there he go with that Foreign
again
Killin the sebring and callin it
end
Murder she wrote swallow a choke
Hit her and go home and 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 follow them Porsches
You pussies cant handle 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 feed ya
your plate
Bang
I come looking for you 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 the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
Yeah an I’m at it again
There go the flow bringin
tragedy in
Copped me a chain your salary
spent
Niggas is sweepin them cavities in
Countin money hourly trend
Rolling them skinnies like Olsen
twins
Niggas is squares cabin and pens
Neck full of Gold Olympian shit
Niggas is blowing their checks
on the gear
Fall on some pussy then hop on
the leer
Shot with them choppers back of
the rear
Popeye said them killers is here
Woke up early morning mind is
tellin me money
Paper mula pockets is fat as a
tumor
Billionaire 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 appetite
No Louis Vuittons put that red
on your feet
Bang
I come looking for you 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 the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
Photographs of dope boys
Is all the take is finger prints
on the Rolls Royce
Is why they hatin’ push a button
on these broke boys
Its detonation walk a road to
riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she
livin care free
That’s why I hustle for half a
Ki thats 12 G’s
I’m tryin to bubble every
summer out in LP
You gotta love me I got shooters
out the D league
Signin’ bonus hit that man there
from thirty feet
Left in a puddle finger prints
is on hundred mill
And what it is Ricky Ro zay and
Ace Hood
We hella Trill
Yeah
I come looking for you 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 the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new Bugatti