Bugatti - G-Mix

作曲：Tauheed Epps,Clifford Joseph Harris Jr,Cameron Jibril Thomaz

We the motherfuckin best n**a

Remix **!

Ace Hood!

This the remix!

I come looking for you with Haitians

I stay smoking on good Jamaican

I f**k b**s 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 (Remix!)

I woke up in a new Bugatti

Tats all over my body

Gettin' real money, n**s 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 n**s fruitcakes

I don't really play games but I keep 2 K's

Dam, 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! P**y

I woke up in a new Bugatti

Hold up, double M back in this b**h

Walk in the club with a MAC on my hip

Diamonds look like n**s be snappin a flick

Ballin' I blow fifty racks in the VIP

I back in the whip, Maybach with your b**h

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 b**h

And I been hit your ho, now she back on my d**k

But I get to the dough and get back at your b**h

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

And it's paid for n**a

Got racks, stack 'em up like Lego n**a

I'm a m**G, I don't play with no n**a

Multi-millionaire self-made ho n**a

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 s**t poppin'

Right, put it in the light

N**a got ice but it don't look right

If a n**a buy a brick and it don't cook right

I'll whip that s**t 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

Right now, turn my Mazy pedal to the metal I'm mashin 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 ** 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 s**t 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

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

N**a hardbody and mackin'

Tool on that back, n**a

Money and that power

Mansion on that beach, n**a

Blood red Bugatti

Versace on my b**h, n**a

Blow a mil' like it's a dollar

Stunt

Woke up with the crown n**a

Serving Bobby Brown n**a

Started from the bottom now it's caught up, Nino Brown n**a

Take my spot n**a never will

Now I know how 'melo feel

We both shooters from New York

But I shown n**a how the metal feel

Fidel Castro with them cuban links

With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link

Excuse My French n**a, no France

Hottest new n**s in ten years

** boy deal like ten M's

DJ Khaled up in there

Flow hot as the Mojave, gimme that sloppy s**t

All on my car stick, give her some hundreds she did

Like this, I'mma say this

F**k it, I'll say it

If you got good p**y you should always have your rent paid

Choke on some bands if I'm not mistaken

Add up my outfit, fashion statement

This the school of hard knocks, graduation

I'm sick of y'all n**s all talkin' crazy

Hottest n**a spittin' and they can't debate it

I didn't really know 2Pac or Big

But know the beast within'll reincarnate 'em

F**k underrated, I'm constipated

I'm shittin' on 'em, f**k toilet paper

You're now tuned into the f**n' greatest

Ace Hood, congratulations

Say name one n**a that's rockin' with him

Flow like a hundred round choppa n**a

Made a way out of the jungle

And now they in trouble, I used to be humble as s**t

Recently flooded my neck and my wrist

Tell all them critics to suck on the d**k

N**a