Listen to Bugatti (feat. Wiz Khalifa, T.I., Meek Mill, French Montana, 2 Chainz, Future, DJ Khaled & Birdman) by Ace Hood

Bugatti (feat. Wiz Khalifa, T.I., Meek Mill, French Montana, 2 Chainz, Future, DJ Khaled & Birdman)

Ace Hood

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Music Video

Ace Hood - Bugatti (Official Music Video) ft. Future, Rick Ross
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ace Hood
Ace Hood
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antoine McColister
Antoine McColister
Songwriter
Michael L. Williams II
Michael L. Williams II
Songwriter
Justin Garner
Justin Garner
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
William Leonard Roberts II
William Leonard Roberts II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
Inderan K. Bailey
Inderan K. Bailey
Recording Engineer
Luis Fernández
Luis Fernández
Recording Engineer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
We the motherfuckin' best ****
We mix motherfucker
Ace Hood
This the remix
[Verse 2]
I come looking for you Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money, they start hatin'
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Tats all over my body
Gettin' real money, **** still hatin' on me
Man, y'all need a new hobby
[Verse 5]
Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say?
I ball, you a water boy, Bobby Boucher
On top toupee, y'all **** fruitcakes
I don't really play games but I keep two Ks
[Verse 6]
Damn, 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, running every summer, in fact
July 16th I'm bringing the real back
Broward, pussy
[Verse 7]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Hold up, Double M back in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
Diamonds look like **** slapping a flick
Ballin' I blow fifty racks in a vip
[Verse 8]
I back in the whip, Maybach with your bitch
A new Mussolini in back of the six
I'm shittin' on rappers, these rappers is sick
'Cause my homies got whips that these rappers ain't get
[Verse 9]
'Cause we cracking them bricks and I package the zip
And I'm switching my flow, I spit crack in this bitch
And I been hit your ho, now she's back on my dick
But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch
[Verse 10]
Like holdup, I woke up in Coon Ferrari
With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me
New Astin Martin plus a Rolls Royce
And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti, ****
[Verse 11]
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
[Verse 12]
And it's paid for, ****
Got racks, stack'em up like Lego, ****
I'ma motherfucking G, I don't play with no ****
Multi-millionaire, self-made ho ****
[Verse 13]
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 hottie wanna get shit poppin'
[Verse 14]
Right, I put it in the light
**** got ice, but it don't look right
If a **** buy a brick and it don't cook right
I'll whip that shit for a rack, sit tight
[Verse 15]
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
[Verse 16]
Right now turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm ashin' out
I let the top down on my Phantom drop
Blowin' I'm high as a 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't take ass whoppings, just pass 'em out
[Verse 17]
Is it worth getting blasted about?
No, for real, is it worth getting blasted about?
[Verse 18]
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 shit in my eyes
[Verse 19]
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
[Verse 20]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 21]
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 packing
Rich gang, we uptown
**** hardbody and macking
[Verse 22]
Tool on that back, ****
Money and that power
Mansion on that beach, ****
Blood red Bugatti
Versace on my bitch, ****
Blow a mil like it's a dollar
Stunt
[Verse 23]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Woke up with that crown, ****
Serving Bobby Brown, ****
Started from the bottom, now it's Carter Nino Brown, ****
Take my spot, **** never will
Now I know how Melo feel
We both shooters from New York
But I show **** how the metal feel
[Verse 24]
Fidel Castro with them Cuban links
With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link
Excuse my French, ****, no France
Hottest new **** in ten years
Coke boy deal like ten Ms
DJ Khaled up in there
[Verse 25]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 26]
Flow hot as the Mojave
Gimme that sloppy shit
All of my pyro stick
Give her some money she did
Like this, I'ma say this
Fuck it, I'll say it
If you got good pussy, you should always have your rent paid
[Verse 27]
Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken
Add up my outfit, fashion statement
This the school of hard knocks, graduation
[Verse 28]
This the remix
I woke up in a new Bugatti
[Verse 29]
I'm sick of y'all **** all talkin' crazy
Hottest **** spittin' and they can't debate it
I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
But know the beast within will reincarnate 'em
[Verse 30]
Fuck underrated, I'm constipated
I'm shittin' on'em, fuck toilet paper
You are now tuned into the fucking greatest
Ace Hood, congratulations
[Verse 31]
Say, name one **** that's rockin' with him
Flow like a hundred round choppa ****
Made a way out of the jungle
And now they in trouble
I used to be humble as shit
[Verse 32]
Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
Tell all them critics to suck on the dick
****
Remix, Broward
[Verse 33]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Written by: Antoine McColister, Michael L. Williams II, N. Cash, William Roberts
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