New Bugatti lyrics

[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

[Hook: 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

[Verse 2: Diddy]

The whole city screaming "Where that boy Diddy at?"

Blue Yankee fitted, boy I brought the city back

I'm a Harlem nigga, I'm a Ciroc boy

Fuck a penthouse, I bought the block boy

Bought a Vacheron in London, costs a million pounds

Fuck a chick all in the shower like I'm trying to drown

Turn my back just like a king, I let her wipe me down

I'm Sean John down to my jeans, how you like me now

Hating ass niggas not my type of crowd

Gotta get a fade before I wear the crown

I hope you brought some money since you talking loud

We sipping Blue Dot and we smoking loud

I scoop a new broad just to knock her down

I get a new broad when she not around

Fuck a phone bill, bitch I'm worth a bill

She wanna feel the rush, I give her sugar hill

[Hook: 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

[Outro: Diddy]

Yeah, like that

Aiyyo I know you niggas see us

And I know your bitches feel us

You know what it is (Maybach Music)