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We the motherfuckin best nigga Ace Hood Super, Future 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 I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch 100K I spent that on my wrist 200 dollars, I spent that on your bitch Do me a model, put that on my list Oh there he go in that foreign again Killin the scene bring the coroner in Murder she wrote, swallow or choke Hit her and go home, I won't 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 Letras de cancionesDiamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches You pussies can't hardly 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 visit ya place (Bang!) 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 I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Yeah, and I'm at it again There go that flow bringin tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent Niggas is sweet bring them cavities in Countin money, hourly trend Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins Niggas is squares, coppin' a Benz Neck full of Gold Olympian shit Neimans, I'm blowing the check on they gear Fall on some pussy then hop on the Lear Strapped with them choppers back of the rear Sak pase' them killers is here Woke up early this morning, mind is tellin me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor Millionaire 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 appétit No Louboutins put that red on your sneaks (Bang!) 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 I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Photographs of dope boys, is all they taking Finger prints on the Rolls Royce, is why they hatin' Push a button on these broke boys, that's detonation Walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she livin' carefree That's why I hustle for half a key that's 12 G's I'm tryin' to bubble every summer a new LP You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-League Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty feet Left in a puddle, finger prints is on hundred mill And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella Trill Yeah 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 I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti From Letras Mania