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lirik lagu new bugatti – rick ross

new bugatti
(feat. diddy)

[verse 1: diddy]
you n*gg*s paranoid, i party, getting money
i know i’m the sh*t, my janitor be getting money
i got a skyscr*per, it’s a h*ll of a view
got me closer to god, angel wings on my coupe
pray for me; d*mn, 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
f*ck 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 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
(n*gg*, number one)
real n*gg*s run the city
(never be another one)

[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, b*tch
i know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, b*tch
i’m strong, b*tch
i own sh*t
gave myself a ten-digit bonus
i’m the money man
money never financed
come get this money, baby
with your fine *ss

if your n*gg* broke, it’s time to get another one
if your b*tch is tripping, time to get another one
i’m puff daddy, b*tch – there’ll never be another one
bugatti boys forever one


[verse 3: rick ross]
i’m feeling the money
i’m loving the paper
n*gg* 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 f*cking 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; b*tch, you do the same
f*ck what i spend at the bar, you should see how i came
my b*tch 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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