Bugatti-2 Chainz

We the mother*****in best n***a Remix mother*****er Ace Hood This the remix I come looking for you with Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I ***** *****es 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 Remix I woke up in a new Bugatti Tats all over my body Gettin' real money n***as 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 toupé e y'all n***as 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 ***** I woke up in a new Bugatti Hold up double M back in this ***** Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip Diamonds look like n***as be snappin a flick Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP I back in the whip Maybach with your ***** A new Mussolini in back of the six I'm s**ttin' 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 ***** And I been hit your ho now she back on my d**k But I get to the dough and get back at your ***** Like hollup I woke up in Coon new Ferrari With all my mother*****in' jewelry on me New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce And a new Ferrari that's a new Bugatti And it's paid for n***a Got racks stack 'em up like Lego n***a I'm a mother*****in' G I don't play with no n***a Multi millionaire self made ho n***a 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 s**t poppin' Right put it in the light N***a got ice but it don't look right If a n***a buy a brick and it don't cook right I'll whip that s**t 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 Right now turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm ashin' 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&rsquo t take a*s whoopins just pass &lsquo 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 s**t 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 Fresh whips Candy on that money dip 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 N***a hardbody and mackin' Tool on that back n***a Money and that power Mansion on that beach n***a Blood red Bugatti Versace on my ***** n***a Blow a mil' like it's a dollar Stunt Woke up with the crown n***a Serving Bobby Brown n***a Started from the bottom now it's Carter Nino Brown n***a Take my spot n***a never will Now I know how 'melo feel We both shooters from New York But I shown n***a how the metal feel Fidel Castro with them cuban links With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link Excuse My French n***a no France Hottest new n***as in ten years Coke boy deal like ten M's DJ Khaled up in there Flow hot as the Mojave gimme that sloppy s**t All on my car stick give her some hundreds she did Like this I'mma say this ***** it I'll say it If you got good ***** 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'm sick of y'all n***as all talkin' crazy Hottest n***a spittin' and they can't debate it I didn't really know 2Pac or Big But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em ***** underrated I'm constipated I'm s**ttin' on 'em ***** toilet paper You're now tuned into the *****in' greatest Ace Hood congratulations Say name one n***a that's rockin' with him Flow like a hundred round choppa n***a Made a way out of the jungle And now they in trouble I used to be humble as s**t Recently flooded my neck and my wrist Tell all them critics to suck on the d**k N***a