Bugatti Ace Hood (Ft. Future & Rick Ross)

[Intro: Future & Ace Hood]
We the motherfuckin' best, nigga (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Ace Hood
Super, Future (Ear Drummers)

[Pre-Chorus: Future]
I come lookin' for you with Haitians
I stay smokin' on good Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different races
You get money, they started hatin' (Turn up)

[Chorus: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woah, skrrt)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woah, turn up)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woah)
I woke up in a new Bugatti (Woo, woo, woo)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Okay, niggas be hatin', I'm rich as a bitch
One hundred K, I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred dollars, spent that on your bitch
Do me a model, put that on my 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, won't call her again
Woke up early this mornin', crib as big as a college
Smoke me a pound of the loudest
Whippin' some shit with no mileage (Skrrt)
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches (Woah)
You pussies can't hardly afford it (Yeah)
Forty-two hundred my mortgage (Yeah)
Ballin' on niggas like Kobe (Yeah)
Fuck all you haters, you bore me (Woo)
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 your place (Bang)