Album: Trials & Tribulations (2013)
Charted: 33
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  • We the motherfuckin best nigga
    Remix motherfucker!
    Ace Hood!
    This the remix!

    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 (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

    I woke up in a new Bugatti
    Tats all over my body
    Gettin' real money, niggas 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, toupée, y'all niggas fruitcakes
    I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's
    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, runnin' every summer in fact
    July 16th I'm bringin' the real back
    Broward! Pussy

    (This the remix!) I woke up in a new Bugatti

    Ho' hold up, double M back in this bitch
    Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip
    Diamonds look like niggas snappin' a flick
    Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP
    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
    Cause we crackin' them bricks and I package the zip
    And I'm switchin' my flow, I spit crack in this bitch
    And I been hit your ho, now she back on my dick
    But I get to the dough and get back at your bitch
    Like hollup, I woke up in Coon new Ferrari
    With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on me
    New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce
    And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti (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

    And it's paid for nigga
    Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego nigga
    I'm a motherfuckin' G, I don't play with no nigga
    Multi-millionaire self-made ho nigga
    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 shit poppin'
    Right, put it in the light
    Nigga got ice but it don't look right
    If a nigga buy a brick and it don't cook right
    I'll whip that shit 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 (Turn up!)
    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't take ass whoopins, just pass '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 shit 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 (Remix!)

    I woke up in a new Bugatti (Remix!)
    I 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
    Nigga hardbody and mackin'
    Tool on that back, nigga
    Money and that power
    Mansion on that beach, nigga
    Blood red Bugatti
    Versace on my bitch, nigga
    Blow a mil' like it's a dollar

    I woke up in a new Bugatti (This the remix!)

    Woke up with the crown nigga
    Serving Bobby Brown nigga
    Started from the bottom now it's Carter, Nino Brown nigga
    Take my spot nigga never will
    Now I know how 'melo feel
    We both shooters from New York
    But I shown nigga how the metal feel
    Fidel Castro with them cuban links
    With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link
    Excuse My French nigga, no France
    Hottest new niggas in ten years
    Coke boy deal like ten M's
    DJ Khaled up in there (I woke up in a new Bugatti!)

    Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy shit
    All on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did
    Like this, I'mma say this (I'mma say this)
    Fuck it, I'll say it (Fuck it, I'll say it)
    If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid
    Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken
    Edit up my outfit, fashion statement
    This the school of hard knocks, graduation

    (This the remix!) I woke up in a new Bugatti

    I'm sick of y'all niggas all talkin' crazy
    Hottest nigga spittin' and they can't debate it
    I didn't really know 2Pac or Big
    But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em
    Fuck underrated, I'm constipated
    I'm shittin' on 'em, fuck toilet paper
    You're now tuned into the fuckin' greatest
    Ace Hood, congratulations
    Say name one nigga that's rockin' with him
    Flow like a hundred round choppa nigga
    Made a way out of the jungle
    And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as shit
    Recently flooded my neck and my wrist
    Tell all them critics to suck on the dick, nigga

    (Remix!) I woke up in a new Bugatti! Writer/s: Antoine Mccolister, Justin Garner, Michael Len Williams, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, William Roberts
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Strictly Songs SPRL, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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