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Trae Bugatti Lyrics

Last updated: 02/17/2013 05:25:56 AM

(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
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
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






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