Bugati (Remix) 歌词
| 歌曲 | Bugati (Remix) |
| 歌手 | Meek Mill |
| 专辑 | American Dreamin' |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro: DJ Khaled] | |
| Remix motherfucker | |
| Ace Hood | |
| This the remix | |
| [Bridge: 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!) | |
| [Hook: Future] | |
| 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, tatts all over my body | |
| Gettin’ real money, niggas still hatin’ on me man | |
| Ya’ll need a new hobby | |
| Or they won’t talk to me, what they gon’ say? | |
| I ball, you water boy you Bobby Boucher | |
| On top toupee, ya’ll niggas fruit cake | |
| I dont’ really play games, but I keep 2 K’s | |
| Damn, its the hood why you do em like that? | |
| Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back | |
| Couple weeks old, Bugatti went gold | |
| You een know I deserve that plaque | |
| We The Best runnin’ err Summer in fact | |
| July 16th I’m bringing the real back | |
| Broward, pussy | |
| [Verse 2: Meek Mill] | |
| Hold up, Double M back in this bitch | |
| Walk in the club with a mack on my hip | |
| Diamonds look like niggas be 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 these rappers couldn’t get | |
| Cause we crackin’ them bricks | |
| I package a zip and I’m switching my flow | |
| I spit crack in this bitch and I been hittin’ your hoe | |
| Now she back on my dick, but I get to the door | |
| And get back at your bitch, like hold up | |
| I woke up in a cool Ferrari | |
| With all my motherfuckin’ jewelry on | |
| And new Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce | |
| And a new Ferrari, that’s a new Bugatti nigga | |
| [Hook] | |
| [Verse 3: T.I.] | |
| And a payphone nigga | |
| Got racks like a mut lego nigga | |
| I’m a motherfuckin’ G, I don’t play with no nigga | |
| Multi-millionaire sellmay hoe 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 when I get big shit poppin’ | |
| Right, put it in the light, Niggas got ice, but don’t look right | |
| If a nigga buy a brick and it dont cook right | |
| I whip that shit for a rack sit tight | |
| I got a bag full of twos and some yay to move | |
| Ya’ll wanted money leave the fam 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 mashin now | |
| I let the top down in my Phantom drop | |
| Blowin’ I’m high as a astronaut | |
| When you see me I’m cashin’ out | |
| Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot | |
| You get carrynoid, you get carried out | |
| Cause I don’t take ass whoopins I just pass em out | |
| Did work and blast about | |
| For real, is it worth gettin’ blasted bout? | |
| [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa] | |
| Money conversation get so high I be scrapin’ | |
| Got my eyes like an Asian | |
| In my ride like I’m racing | |
| In the sky like a plane, its gang or die | |
| Aint no lames up in my circle, aint no hoe 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] | |
| 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 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 hard body and Mack | |
| Two on that back nigga, money and that power | |
| Mansion on that beach nigga, blood red Bugatti | |
| Versace on my bitch nigga, blow a mill like its a dollar | |
| Stunna | |
| [Verse 6: French Montana] | |
| Woke up with that crown nigga | |
| Serving Bobby Brown nigga | |
| Started from the bottom now we call up Nino Brown nigga | |
| Take my spot nigga never will, | |
| Now I know how metal feel | |
| We bought shoes from New York, | |
| but I shown nigga how metal feel | |
| Fidel Castro with them cuban links | |
| With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link | |
| Excuse My French nigga no friend | |
| Hottest new niggas in ten years | |
| Coke boy deal like ten M’s | |
| DJ Khaled .. | |
| [Verse 7: 2 Chainz] | |
| Flow hottest than my hovy | |
| Give me that sloppy shit, all on my .. | |
| Give her some money tip | |
| Like this, I’mma say this | |
| Fuck it, I say it | |
| If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid | |
| … a band, if I’m not mistaken | |
| Add on my outfit, fashion statement | |
| This the school of hard knocks graduation | |
| [Verse 8: Ace Hood] | |
| I’m sick of ya’ll niggas out talking crazy | |
| Hottest nigga spittin and thet can’t debate it | |
| I didn’t really know Tupac or B.I.G. | |
| Know the beast within reincarnated | |
| Fuck underrated, I’m constipated | |
| I’m shittin’ on ‘em, fuck toilet paper | |
| You are know tuned into the fuckin’ greatest | |
| Ace Hood, congratulations | |
| Say one name nigga thats rockin’ with him | |
| Flow like one hundred round choppa nigga | |
| Made the way out of the jungle and now they in trouble used to be humble as shit | |
| Recently flooded my neck and my wrists | |
| Tell all them critics suck on the dick, nigga | |
| Broward |
| Intro: DJ Khaled | |
| Remix motherfucker | |
| Ace Hood | |
| This the remix | |
| Bridge: 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! | |
| Hook: Future | |
| 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, tatts all over my body | |
| Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me man | |
| Ya' ll need a new hobby | |
| Or they won' t talk to me, what they gon' say? | |
| I ball, you water boy you Bobby Boucher | |
| On top toupee, ya' ll niggas fruit cake | |
| I dont' really play games, but I keep 2 K' s | |
| Damn, its the hood why you do em like that? | |
| Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back | |
| Couple weeks old, Bugatti went gold | |
| You een know I deserve that plaque | |
| We The Best runnin' err Summer in fact | |
| July 16th I' m bringing the real back | |
| Broward, pussy | |
| Verse 2: Meek Mill | |
| Hold up, Double M back in this bitch | |
| Walk in the club with a mack on my hip | |
| Diamonds look like niggas be 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 these rappers couldn' t get | |
| Cause we crackin' them bricks | |
| I package a zip and I' m switching my flow | |
| I spit crack in this bitch and I been hittin' your hoe | |
| Now she back on my dick, but I get to the door | |
| And get back at your bitch, like hold up | |
| I woke up in a cool Ferrari | |
| With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on | |
| And new Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce | |
| And a new Ferrari, that' s a new Bugatti nigga | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: T. I. | |
| And a payphone nigga | |
| Got racks like a mut lego nigga | |
| I' m a motherfuckin' G, I don' t play with no nigga | |
| Multimillionaire sellmay hoe nigga | |
| HUSTLE 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 when I get big shit poppin' | |
| Right, put it in the light, Niggas got ice, but don' t look right | |
| If a nigga buy a brick and it dont cook right | |
| I whip that shit for a rack sit tight | |
| I got a bag full of twos and some yay to move | |
| Ya' ll wanted money leave the fam 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 mashin now | |
| I let the top down in my Phantom drop | |
| Blowin' I' m high as a astronaut | |
| When you see me I' m cashin' out | |
| Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot | |
| You get carrynoid, you get carried out | |
| Cause I don' t take ass whoopins I just pass em out | |
| Did work and blast about | |
| For real, is it worth gettin' blasted bout? | |
| Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa | |
| Money conversation get so high I be scrapin' | |
| Got my eyes like an Asian | |
| In my ride like I' m racing | |
| In the sky like a plane, its gang or die | |
| Aint no lames up in my circle, aint no hoe 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 | |
| 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 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 hard body and Mack | |
| Two on that back nigga, money and that power | |
| Mansion on that beach nigga, blood red Bugatti | |
| Versace on my bitch nigga, blow a mill like its a dollar | |
| Stunna | |
| Verse 6: French Montana | |
| Woke up with that crown nigga | |
| Serving Bobby Brown nigga | |
| Started from the bottom now we call up Nino Brown nigga | |
| Take my spot nigga never will, | |
| Now I know how metal feel | |
| We bought shoes from New York, | |
| but I shown nigga how metal feel | |
| Fidel Castro with them cuban links | |
| With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link | |
| Excuse My French nigga no friend | |
| Hottest new niggas in ten years | |
| Coke boy deal like ten M' s | |
| DJ Khaled .. | |
| Verse 7: 2 Chainz | |
| Flow hottest than my hovy | |
| Give me that sloppy shit, all on my .. | |
| Give her some money tip | |
| Like this, I' mma say this | |
| Fuck it, I say it | |
| If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid | |
| a band, if I' m not mistaken | |
| Add on my outfit, fashion statement | |
| This the school of hard knocks graduation | |
| Verse 8: Ace Hood | |
| I' m sick of ya' ll niggas out talking crazy | |
| Hottest nigga spittin and thet can' t debate it | |
| I didn' t really know Tupac or B. I. G. | |
| Know the beast within reincarnated | |
| Fuck underrated, I' m constipated | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, fuck toilet paper | |
| You are know tuned into the fuckin' greatest | |
| Ace Hood, congratulations | |
| Say one name nigga thats rockin' with him | |
| Flow like one hundred round choppa nigga | |
| Made the way out of the jungle and now they in trouble used to be humble as shit | |
| Recently flooded my neck and my wrists | |
| Tell all them critics suck on the dick, nigga | |
| Broward |
| Intro: DJ Khaled | |
| Remix motherfucker | |
| Ace Hood | |
| This the remix | |
| Bridge: 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! | |
| Hook: Future | |
| 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, tatts all over my body | |
| Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me man | |
| Ya' ll need a new hobby | |
| Or they won' t talk to me, what they gon' say? | |
| I ball, you water boy you Bobby Boucher | |
| On top toupee, ya' ll niggas fruit cake | |
| I dont' really play games, but I keep 2 K' s | |
| Damn, its the hood why you do em like that? | |
| Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back | |
| Couple weeks old, Bugatti went gold | |
| You een know I deserve that plaque | |
| We The Best runnin' err Summer in fact | |
| July 16th I' m bringing the real back | |
| Broward, pussy | |
| Verse 2: Meek Mill | |
| Hold up, Double M back in this bitch | |
| Walk in the club with a mack on my hip | |
| Diamonds look like niggas be 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 these rappers couldn' t get | |
| Cause we crackin' them bricks | |
| I package a zip and I' m switching my flow | |
| I spit crack in this bitch and I been hittin' your hoe | |
| Now she back on my dick, but I get to the door | |
| And get back at your bitch, like hold up | |
| I woke up in a cool Ferrari | |
| With all my motherfuckin' jewelry on | |
| And new Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce | |
| And a new Ferrari, that' s a new Bugatti nigga | |
| Hook | |
| Verse 3: T. I. | |
| And a payphone nigga | |
| Got racks like a mut lego nigga | |
| I' m a motherfuckin' G, I don' t play with no nigga | |
| Multimillionaire sellmay hoe nigga | |
| HUSTLE 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 when I get big shit poppin' | |
| Right, put it in the light, Niggas got ice, but don' t look right | |
| If a nigga buy a brick and it dont cook right | |
| I whip that shit for a rack sit tight | |
| I got a bag full of twos and some yay to move | |
| Ya' ll wanted money leave the fam 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 mashin now | |
| I let the top down in my Phantom drop | |
| Blowin' I' m high as a astronaut | |
| When you see me I' m cashin' out | |
| Walked into Mercedes bought half the lot | |
| You get carrynoid, you get carried out | |
| Cause I don' t take ass whoopins I just pass em out | |
| Did work and blast about | |
| For real, is it worth gettin' blasted bout? | |
| Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa | |
| Money conversation get so high I be scrapin' | |
| Got my eyes like an Asian | |
| In my ride like I' m racing | |
| In the sky like a plane, its gang or die | |
| Aint no lames up in my circle, aint no hoe 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 | |
| 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 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 hard body and Mack | |
| Two on that back nigga, money and that power | |
| Mansion on that beach nigga, blood red Bugatti | |
| Versace on my bitch nigga, blow a mill like its a dollar | |
| Stunna | |
| Verse 6: French Montana | |
| Woke up with that crown nigga | |
| Serving Bobby Brown nigga | |
| Started from the bottom now we call up Nino Brown nigga | |
| Take my spot nigga never will, | |
| Now I know how metal feel | |
| We bought shoes from New York, | |
| but I shown nigga how metal feel | |
| Fidel Castro with them cuban links | |
| With Mark Cuban where them Cubans link | |
| Excuse My French nigga no friend | |
| Hottest new niggas in ten years | |
| Coke boy deal like ten M' s | |
| DJ Khaled .. | |
| Verse 7: 2 Chainz | |
| Flow hottest than my hovy | |
| Give me that sloppy shit, all on my .. | |
| Give her some money tip | |
| Like this, I' mma say this | |
| Fuck it, I say it | |
| If you got good pussy you should always have your rent paid | |
| a band, if I' m not mistaken | |
| Add on my outfit, fashion statement | |
| This the school of hard knocks graduation | |
| Verse 8: Ace Hood | |
| I' m sick of ya' ll niggas out talking crazy | |
| Hottest nigga spittin and thet can' t debate it | |
| I didn' t really know Tupac or B. I. G. | |
| Know the beast within reincarnated | |
| Fuck underrated, I' m constipated | |
| I' m shittin' on ' em, fuck toilet paper | |
| You are know tuned into the fuckin' greatest | |
| Ace Hood, congratulations | |
| Say one name nigga thats rockin' with him | |
| Flow like one hundred round choppa nigga | |
| Made the way out of the jungle and now they in trouble used to be humble as shit | |
| Recently flooded my neck and my wrists | |
| Tell all them critics suck on the dick, nigga | |
| Broward |
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