| You niggas paranoid, I party, getting money
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| I know I’m the shit, my janitor be getting money
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| I got a skyscraper, it’s a hell of a view
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| Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
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| Pray for me; |
| damn, I grind every day for it
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| If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it
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| Bugatti Boy, one point eight four
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| I got money, baby — I could order eight more
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| Fuck the Forbes list; |
| let’s tell the truth, I ate more
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| I got a billion, baby — time to get me eight more
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| Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more
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| Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor
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| Got a hundred mil'
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| (It's time to get another one)
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| How this Bugatti feel?
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| (I may need me another one)
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| Five bad bitches
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| (Just got me another one)
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| P. Diddy run the city
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| (Never be another one)
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| Five mil' cash
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| (And I need another one)
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| Rocking a different Rollie
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| (No, it’s not the other one)
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| Second to none at getting money
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| (Nigga, number one)
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| Real niggas run the city
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| (Never be another one)
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| These haters speculate
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| They always watching mine
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| She know what time it is
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| Just like my watch line
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| My clothes line
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| The cologne, bitch
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| I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, bitch
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| I’m strong, bitch
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| I own shit
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| Gave myself a ten-digit bonus
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| I’m the money man
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| Money never financed
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| Come get this money, baby
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| With your fine ass
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| If your nigga broke, it’s time to get another one
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| If your bitch is tripping, time to get another one
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| I’m Puff Daddy, bitch — there’ll never be another one
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| Bugatti Boys forever one
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| I’m feeling the money
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| I’m loving the paper
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| Nigga hating the hood
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| Took his ho to Jamaica
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| If I let down the top
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| Let the breeze in my beard
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| V.I.P. |
| is the spot
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| They playing musical chairs
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| My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty
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| Got that money in the bag that can hold a fucking body in
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| One point five for this brand new black Bugatti
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| Jewels like I’m Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di
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| Feeling myself; |
| bitch, you do the same
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| Fuck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came
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| My bitch had a vest, with one foot in the trap
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| If I bust at your chest, I bet that’s a wrap |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bugatti , by - Ace Hood. Song from the album Trials & Tribulations, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп