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We the mother***in' best, nigga Ice-T Yeah Super Beauty Yeah, yeah I come lookin' for you with hate signs I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I *** bitches from different races You get money, they start a hatred I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Niggas be hatin', I'm rich as a bitch One hundred K, I spun that on my wrist Two hundred dollars, spun that on your bitch Do me a model, put that on my list All that ego and that foreign again Killin' the scene, bring the car in the end Murder she wrote, swallow a choke Hit her and go home and call her again Crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin' some *** with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches You pussies can't handle afford it Forty-two hundred, my mortgage Ballin' on niggas like Corbett *** all you haters, you call me Only the real get a piece of the plate Reppin' my city and runnin' my state Give me a pistol, they run with the case Niggas want beef, then I visit your place I come lookin' for you with hate signs I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I *** bitches from different races You get money, they start a hatred I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti And I'm at it again Let go that flow, bringin' tragedy in Copped me a chain, your salary spent Niggas is sweepin', them cavities in Countin' money, hourly trend Rollin' up skinny like Austin twins Niggas is squares, cabinet bins Neck full of gold, Olympian *** Demons, I'm blowin' a check on the gear Fall in some pussy, then hop on a Lear Strap with them choppers in back of the rear Soccer passet, I'm killin' Satir *** up early, they mountin' Mine is tellin' me money Paper, mula, pockets as fat as a tuma Livin' my life off of tuna Want it with me, I deliver the beef Real niggas only enjoyin' the feast Pull up a seat, bon appétit No Louboutins when they're red on your sleeve Bang, bang, bang, bang I come lookin' for you with Haitians I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I *** bitches from different races You give money, they start a hatred I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Photographs of dope boys It's all they takin' Fingerprints on the Rolls Royce It's why they hatin' Push a button on these broke boys It's detonation Walk the road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle Now she livin' carefree That's why I hustle for that half a key That's 12 G's I'm tryna bubble every summer I'm an L.P. You gotta love me, I got shooters out the D.League Signing bones And hit that man ass from 30 feet Left in the puddle Fingerprints is on a honeymoon And what it is Rick and Rose and they too We hella tripped Yeah I come lookin' for you ahead What you know about this I stay smokin' on good Jamaican We the best I fool bitches when we feelin' Hundred years You get mine and they start a hate trial I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti

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