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Ace Hood Bugatti lyrics

[Intro: Future]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Ace Hood
Super, Future

[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
(Turn Up!)
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch
K I spent that on my wrist
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
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
You pussies can't hardly afford it
4, 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
(Turn Up!)
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van

[Verse 2: 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 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 appé tit
No Louboutins put that red on your sneaks (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
(Turn Up!)
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van

[Verse 3: 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' 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

[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
(Turn Up!)
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van
I woke up in a new van

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Ace Hood - Bugatti Lyrics


[Future]
We the motherfucking 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

[Ace Hood]
OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a bitch
One hundred K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that on your bitch
Do me a model put that on my list
Oh there he go in that foreign again
Killing 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
Whipping some shit with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
You pussies can't hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
Balling on niggas like Kobe
Fuck all you haters you bore me
Only the real get a piece of the plate
Repping my city I'm running my state
Give me a pistol then run with the Ks
Niggas want beef then I visit your 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 the flow bringing tragedy in
Copped me a chain your salary spent
Niggas is sweet bring them cavities in
Counting money, hourly trend
Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
Niggas is squares, cabin and pens
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 telling me money
Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire nigga no rumor
Living my life off of tuna
Wanted with me I deliver the beef
Real niggas only enjoying the feast
Pull up a seat, bon appetite
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

[Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys
Is all they taking is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
Is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
It's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living carefree
That's why I hustle for the half a key that's 12 Gs
I'm tryna 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 a hundred mill
And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood
We hella Trill

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



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Bugatti (feat. Future, Rick Ross) - lyrics

[Intro: Future]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Ace Hood
Its Over, Future

[Bridge: Future]
I go looking for you haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating

[Hook: Future]
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati

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[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Niggas be hatin Im rich as a bitch
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 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
whipin some shit with no mileage
diamonds cost me a fortune
them horses follow them Porsches
you pussies cant handle a afford it
4, 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!

[Bridge]
I go looking for you haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating

[Hook]
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati

[Verse 2: Ace Hood ]
Yeah, Im 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 lou Vuittons put that red on your feet Bang

[Bridge]
I go looking for you haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating

[Hook]
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys
is all the take is finger prints on the Rollz 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 bonuses get that red .. 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

[Bridge]
I go looking for you haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
you get money they started hating

[Hook]
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati

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Ace Hood - Bugatti (feat. Future & Rick Ross) Lyrics

[Intro: Future]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Ace Hood
It's Over, Future

[Bridge: Future]
I go looking for you haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money they started hating

[Hook: Future]
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati
I woke up in the new Bugati

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Niggas be hatin I'm rich as a bitch
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 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
Whipin some shit with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses follow them Porsches
You pussies can't handle a afford it
4, 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!

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Yeah, 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 lou Vuittons put that red on your feet Bang

[Bridge]

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys
Is all the take is finger prints on the Rollz Royce
Is why they hatin push a button on these broke boys
It's 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 that's 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 bonuses get that red 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

[Bridge]

[Hook]

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Ace bugatti hood lyrics

"Bugatti" lyrics

Ace Hood Lyrics

"Bugatti"
(feat. Future & Rick Ross)

[Future]
We the motherfucking 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

[Ace Hood]
OK, niggas be hating I'm rich as a bitch
One hundred K I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars spent that on your bitch
Do me a model put that on my list
Oh there he go in that foreign again
Killing 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
Whipping some shit with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
You pussies can't hardly afford it
Forty two hundred my mortgage
Balling on niggas like Kobe
Fuck all you haters you bore me
Only the real get a piece of the plate
Repping my city I'm running my state
Give me a pistol then run with the Ks
Niggas want beef then I visit your 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 the flow bringing tragedy in
Copped me a chain your salary spent
Niggas is sweet bring them cavities in
Counting money, hourly trend
Rolling them skinny like Olsen twins
Niggas is squares, cabin and pens
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 telling me money
Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Millionaire nigga no rumor
Living my life off of tuna
Wanted with me I deliver the beef
Real niggas only enjoying the feast
Pull up a seat, bon appetite
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

[Rick Ross]
Photographs of dope boys
Is all they taking is finger prints on the Rolls Royce
Is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
It's detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living carefree
That's why I hustle for the half a key that's 12 Gs
I'm tryna 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 a hundred mill
And what it is? Ricky Rozay and Ace Hood
We hella Trill

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



Submit Corrections

Thanks to Tahawn Jones for adding these lyrics.
Thanks to THUTO TEEZY MORE, shadyfan, Tashawn Jones, Brianna, Mr. Nickolas for correcting these lyrics.

Writer(s): William Leonard Roberts, Antoine McColister, Michael Len Ii Williams, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Justin Devon Garner

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Ace hood Bugatti Lyrics

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