Karaoké Bugatti Ace Hood & Future & Rick Ross

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 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

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

You and your 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 a choke

Hit her and go 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 K's

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

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

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

Sak Pase them killers is here

Woke up early that 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 sleeves 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

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

Photographs of dope boys is all they take is fingerprints 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 Ki that's twelve 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 a hundred mill

And what it is?

Ricky Rose' and Ace Hood

We hella trill yeah

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 a new Bugatti

I woke up in a new Bugatti

I woke up in a new Bugatti

I woke up in a new Bugatti