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[Intro: Future and DJ Khaled]
We the motherfuckin best nigga
Remix motherfucker!
Ace Hood!
This the remix!

[Hook 1: Future]
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
(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!)

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
I woke up in a new Bugatti
Tats all over my body
Gettin' real money
niggas 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, toupee, y'all niggas
fruitcakes
I don't really play games
but I keep 2 K's
Damn, 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! Pussy

[Bridge: Future]
I woke up in a new Bugatti

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Hold up, double M back
in this bitch
Walk in the club with a MAC
on my hip
Diamonds look like niggas
snappin a flick
Ballin' I blow fifty racks
in the VIP
I back in the whip, Maybach
with your bitch
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 bitch
And I been hit your ho
now she back on my dick
But I get to the dough and
get back at your bitch
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

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
And it's paid for nigga
Got racks, stack 'em up
like Lego nigga
I'm a motherfuckin' G,
I don't play with no nigga
Multi-millionaire self-made
ho nigga
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 shit poppin'
Right, put it in the light
Nigga got ice but
it don't look right
If a nigga buy a brick
and it don't cook right
I'll whip that shit
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 ashin' 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 ass
whoopins, just pass ‘em out
Is this worth getting
blasted about?
No forreal, is it worth
getting blasted about?

[Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa]
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 shit 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

[Hook: Future]

[Verse 5: Birdman]
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
Nigga hardbody and mackin'
Tool on that back, nigga
Money and that power
Mansion on that beach, nigga
Blood red Bugatti
Versace on my bitch, nigga
Blow a mil' like it's a dollar
Stunt

[Bridge: Future]

[Verse 6: French Montana]
Woke up with the crown nigga
Serving Bobby Brown nigga
Started from the bottom now
it's Carter, Nino Brown nigga
Take my spot nigga never will
Now I know how 'melo feel
We both shooters from New York
But I shown nigga how
the metal feel
Fidel Castro with them cuban links
With Mark Cuban where
them Cubans link
Excuse My French nigga,
no France
Hottest new niggas in ten years
Coke boy deal like ten M's
DJ Khaled up in there

[Bridge: Future]

[Verse 7: 2 Chainz]
Flow hot as the Mojave,
gimme that sloppy shit
All on my car stick, give
her some hundreds she did
Like this, I'mma say this
Fuck it, I'll say it
If you got good pussy 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

[Bridge: Future]

[Verse 8: Ace Hood]
I'm sick of y'all niggas
all talkin' crazy
Hottest nigga spittin'
and they can't debate it
I didn't really know
2Pac or Big
But know the beast
within'll reincarnate 'em
Fuck underrated,
I'm constipated
I'm shittin' on 'em,
fuck toilet paper
You're now tuned into
the fuckin' greatest
Ace Hood, congratulations
Say name one nigga that's
rockin' with him
Flow like a hundred round
choppa nigga
Made a way out of the jungle
And now they in trouble,
I used to be humble as shit
Recently flooded my neck
and my wrist
Tell all them critics
to suck on the dick
Nigga