Rick Ross - New Bugatti Lyrics
[Verse 1: Diddy]You niggas paranoid, I party getting moneyI know I'm the shit, my janitor be getting moneyI got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a viewGot me closer to God, angel wings on my coupePray for me damn, I grind every day for itIf you see me riding in it, it means I paid for itBugatti Boy, one point eight fourI got money, baby I could order eight moreF-ck the Forbes list, let's tell the truth, I ate moreI got a billion, baby, time to get me eight moreTwelve bedrooms, time to get me eight moreStack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor[Hook: Rick Ross & Diddy]Got a hundred mil'(It's time to get another one)How this Bugatti feel?(I may need me another one)Five bad b! tches(Just got me another one)P. Diddy run the city(Never be another one)Five mil' cash(And I need another one)Rocking a different Rollie(No, it's not the other one)Second to none at getting money(Nigga, number one)Real niggas run the city(Never be another one)[Verse 2: Diddy]These haters speculateThey always watching mineShe know what time it isJust like my watch lineMy clothes lineThe cologne, b! tchI know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, b! tchI'm strong, b! tchI own shitGave myself a ten-digit bonusI'm the money manMoney never financedCome get this money, babyWith your fine assIf your nigga broke, it's time to get another oneIf your b! tch is tripping, time to get another oneI'm Puff Daddy, b! tch, there'll never be another oneBugatti Boys forever one[Hook: Rick Ross & Diddy]Got a hundred mil'(It's time to get another one)How this Bugatti feel?(I may need me another one)Five bad b! tches(Just got me another one)P. Diddy run the city(Never be another one)Five mil' cash(And I need another one)Rocking a different Rollie(No, it's not the other one)Second to none at getting money(Nigga, number one)Real niggas run the city(Never be another one)[Verse 3: Rick Ross]I'm feeling the moneyI'm loving the paperNigga hating the hoodTook his ho to JamaicaIf I let down the topLet the breeze in my beardV.I.P. is the spotThey playing musical chairsMy Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shortyGot that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body inOne point five for this brand new black BugattiJewels like I'm Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da diFeeling myself, b! tch, you do the sameF-ck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I cameMy b! tch had a vest, with one foot in the trapIf I bust at your chest, I bet that's a wrap[Hook: Rick Ross & Diddy]Got a hundred mil'(It's time to get another one)How this Bugatti feel?(I may need me another one)Five bad b! tches(Just got me another one)P. Diddy run the city(Never be another one)Five mil' cash(And I need another one)Rocking a different Rollie(No, it's not the other one)Second to none at getting money(Nigga, number one)Real niggas run the city(Never be another one)
