New Bugatti (feat. Diddy)

Rick Ross

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    [Verse 1: Diddy]
    You niggas paranoid, I party, getting money
    I know I'm the shit, my janitor be getting money
    I got a skyscraper, it's a hell of a view
    Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
    Pray for me; damn, I grind every day for it
    If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it
    Bugatti Boy, one point eight four
    I got money, baby -- I could order eight more
    Fuck the Forbes list; let's tell the truth, I ate more
    I got a billion, baby -- time to get me eight more
    Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more
    Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor

    [Hook: Rick Ross and (Diddy)]
    Got a hundred mil'
    (It's time to get another one)
    How this Bugatti feel?
    (I may need me another one)
    Five bad bitches
    (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)

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    [Verse 2: Diddy]
    These haters speculate
    They always watching mine
    She know what time it is
    Just like my watch line
    My clothes line
    The cologne, bitch
    I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, bitch
    I'm strong, bitch
    I own shit
    Gave myself a ten-digit bonus
    I'm the money man
    Money never financed
    Come get this money, baby
    With your fine ass

    If your nigga broke, it's time to get another one
    If your bitch is tripping, time to get another one
    I'm Puff Daddy, bitch -- there'll never be another one
    Bugatti Boys forever one

    [Hook]

    [Verse 3: Rick Ross]
    I'm feeling the money
    I'm loving the paper
    Nigga hating the hood
    Took his ho to Jamaica
    If I let down the top
    Let the breeze in my beard
    V.I.P. is the spot
    They playing musical chairs
    My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty
    Got that money in the bag that can hold a fucking body in
    One point five for this brand new black Bugatti
    Jewels like I'm Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di
    Feeling myself; bitch, you do the same
    Fuck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came
    My bitch had a vest, with one foot in the trap
    If I bust at your chest, I bet that's a wrap

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