New Bugatti Rick Ross (Ft. Diddy)

[Intro: Rick Ross & Diddy]
We at the condo, let's have a pool party
Ain't no space in the garage, I got a new Buggati
(Aiyyo, turn that piano up, man) Double M-G
(Bugatti Boyz) Yeah

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I heard a young nigga had to sell his soul
For a new Bugatti and a ton of gold
Stepping in the crib, I gotta pat you down
So old school, still in my cap and gown
The lawn manicured and it's well lit
Talking whole sale, each 12-6
Order crab legs with the heavy butter
.357, perpetrator stumbles
Shots fired, and I fear the worst
Gift wrap his ass, December 1st
Underneath the tree, can a nigga sleep?
Yea I went and spent a hundred G's on a V

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
One point five for the transport
Car got a letter B all on the asshole
Fuck a Swiss account, I got it all cash
If it's any problem, you can bring 'em all back
Know how a hustler move, do what he gotta do
Fuck the prosecutor, tell him the Bugatti's new
One point five settle all these civil suits
Platinum a million time, record in a silver suit