Luyện nghe bài hát Bugatti (Remix)

We the motherfuckin' best (Mike Will Made It)
Ace (yeah)
Its over, (yeah)

I come looking for you Haitians
I stay on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different
You get money they hating
I up in the new Bugatti
I up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new
I woke up in the new
I up in the new Bugatti

OK, niggas be hatin' I'm as a bitch
100 K I spent on my wrist
Two hundred thou I spent that on your
Do me a put that on my list
Oh he go in that foreign again
Killin' the bring the coroner in
Murder she wrote, or choke
Hit her and go, I call her again
Woke up early morning, as big as a college
Smoke me a of the loudest
some shit with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a
horses all in them Porsche's
You can't handle, afford it
$4,200 my
Ballin' on like Kobe
Fuck all you you bore me
Only the real get a of the plate
Reppin' my city I'm runnin' my
me a pistol then run with the K's
Niggas want beef then I ya place, Bang!

I looking for you with Haitians
I stay smoking on good
I fuck bitches from different
You get money they hating
I up in the new Bugatti
I up in the new Bugatti
I up in the new Bugatti
I up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new

Yeah, I'm at it
There go that flow bringin' in
Copped me a chain salary spent
Niggas is sweet, them cavities in
Countin' money, trend
Rolling them skinny Olsen twins
Niggas is squares, cabin
Neck full of Gold Olympian
Neimans, I'm blowin the check on the
Fall in some pussy then hop on the
Strapped them choppers in back of the rear
Sak pase, them killers is
Woke up morning, mind is tellin' me money
Paper, mula, is fat as a tumour
Millionaire no rumour
Livin' my off of tuna
Want it with me, I the beef
niggas only enjoyin' the feast
Pull up a seat, bon
No Louboutin's when red on your sneaks, Bang

I come for you with Haitians
I stay on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches different races
You get they started hating
I woke up in the new
I woke up in the new
I woke up in the new
I woke up in the new
I woke up in the new

of dope boys (I see you)
Is all they taking, finger prints on the Rolls
Is why they hatin' push a button on these broke
That's detonation, a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama now she livin' care free
That's why I hustle for half a key that's 12 G's
I'm tryin' to bubble summer a new LP
You love me I got shooters out the D-League
Signin' bonus hit that man that's from thirty
Left in a puddle, finger prints is on a hundred
And what it is? Rozay and Ace Hood
We hella

I come for you with Haitians
I smoking on good Jamaican
I bitches from different races
You get they started hating
I woke up in the new
I woke up in the new
I up in the new Bugatti
I up in the new Bugatti
I woke up in the new