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Featuring Future, Ace Hood & Rick Ross (Hook: 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 I woke up in the 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 (x2) Niggas be hating but they ain't sayin shit Say they the truth I say get off my dick Fuckin with me? I'mma get in they bitch Put they bitch out, and go get in they shit Ayo Slim, I don't think they payin attention We need to bring this bitch back Slim baby, ride rims through the suburbs Niggas got a problem, Houston (Verse: Trae Tha Truth) Niggas be hating but they ain't sayin shit SongtexteSay they the truth I say get off my dick Fuckin with me? I'mma get in they bitch Put they bitch out, and go get in they shit Yea I'm the king and this city is mine Bow to the greatest, sit the fuck down You say you get money but nothing like mine I ain't the realest? I hear bitch you lyin Jumped up early this morning Take the right bitch to my choppa Diamonds, sip like a patient Somebody go get em a doctor Pussy niggas be actin, somebody should give em an Oscar How you a hater but so real? I told em you niggas impostors I woke up another day in this Bugatti With something exotic, one hell of a body Bitch I'm a G but this work is gon go I'm invested in drug money like I was Gotti Nigga know I'm blowin coke money, dope money Same shit that they getting off the boat homey I'm paid, never pay em all in dope money Cause the bitch that you come with got er broke for me (Verse: Ace Hood) Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch 100 K 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 in that foreign again Killin the scene bring the coroner in Murder she wrote, swallow or 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 all in them Porsches You pussies can't 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 visit ya place Bang! (Hook: 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 I woke up in the 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 (Verse: Ace Hood) Yeah, and I'm at it again There go that flow bringin tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent Niggas is sweepin them cavities in Countin money, hourly trend Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins Niggas is squares, cabin and pens Neck full of Gold Olympian shit Neiman's, I'm blowing the check on they gear Fall on some pussy then hop on the leer Shot with them choppers back of the rear Sak pase' 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 Louboutins put that red on your feet Bang (Hook: 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 I woke up in the 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 (Verse: Rick Ross) 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' careifree 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 dirty feet Left in a puddle finger prints is on hundred mill And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood, we hella Trill Yeah (Hook: 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 I woke up in the 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 Aus Songtexte Mania