We the mother***in' best, nigga Remix, mother***er Ace hood This the remix I got lookin' for your way, shine I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I forbid you from givin' racist You give money, they start a hatred 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 I woke up in a new Bugatti Tats all over my body Gettin' real money, niggas still hatin' on me Man, y'all need a new hobby Or they won't talk to me, what they gon' say? Y'all ball, you a waterboy, Bobby Boucher You don't top toupee, y'all niggas fruitcakes Don't really play games, but I keep two Ks Damn, Mr. Hood, why you do him like that? Pull up in the drop with the ceiling top back Couple weeks old, who got it? I went gold You ain't even know why I deserve that plaque We the best runnin' air summer, in fact July 16th, I'm bringin' the real back Broward, pussy I woke up in a new Bugatti Double M back in this bitch Walk in the club with a Mac on my hip Diamonds look like niggas snappin' the flick Ballin', I blow 50 racks in the VIP I'm back in the whip, met back with your bitch A new Mussolini in back of the six I'm ***tin' on rappers, these rappers is sick My homies got whips, but they rappers ain't get kicked We crackin' them bricks and I package the zip And I'm switchin' my flow, I speak crack in this bitch And I bit hit 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 cool Ferrari With all my mother***in' jewelry on me New Aston Martin plus a Rolls Royce And a new Ferrari, that's a new Bugatti, nigga 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 Mr. King, bitch I woke up in a new Bugatti And it paid for, nigga, got rats like a mutt like Lego Nigga, I'm a mother***in' G, I don't play with no nigga Multi-millionaire, sell Mayhoe, nigga H-U-N-T-L-E, gang For that end guard, we trope, we bang I'm the new John Gotti in a new Bugatti I got a few young, how they wanna get *** poppin'? Right, put it in a life, nigga, got ice, but it don't look right If a nigga buy brick and it don't cook right I whip that *** for a rack, sit tight, nigga I got a bag full of twos, that's a Yeda move Hey, y'all, I want that money, leave the fame to you Graduated out of gladiator school So all I know is go like I'm trained to do Ran that to my Mozzie pedal, to the metal, I'm mashin' out I lit a top down on my Phantom drop Blowin' I'm high as an astronaut When you see me, I'm cashin' out Wantin' to Mercedes-Benz, ball head to lap You keep carryin' on, you gettin' carried out Cause I don't take air, whoop a jet past the mic Is that word gettin' blasted back? No, for real, is that word gettin' blasted back? Money conversation gets so hot I be scrapin', got my eyes like an Asian In my ride like I'm racin' in the sky Like a plaintiff's gang or die Ain't no lanes up in my circle Ain't no ho *** in my eyes Throwin' money in the air Pop them 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 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 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 pack it 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 it's a dollar I woke up in a new Bugatti With that crown, nigga Serving Bobby Brown, nigga Started from the bottom, now it's caught up Nino Brown, nigga Take my spot, nigga, never will Now I know how metal feel We both shooters from New York But I show nigga how the metal feel Fidel Castro with them Cuban links We'll mark Cuban where them Cubans lay Excuse my French nigga, no friend Hottest new niggas in ten years Hook boy feel like 10 years DJ Khaled up in a new Bugatti Blow hottest than Mojave Give me that sloppy *** All of my tyrants did Give her some money, she did Like this, I'ma say this *** it, I said If you got good pussy, you should always have your rent paid Show us a band If I'm not mistaken Add up my outfit Fashion statement This the school of hard knocks This the situation This the remix I woke up in a new Bugatti I'm sick of y'all niggas out talking crazy Hottest niggas spitting and they can't debate it I didn't really know Tupac or Big when all the beats were there We reincarnated, *** underrated I'm constipated, I'm ***ting on the *** toilet paper You are now tuned into the ***ing greatest Ace hood, congratulations Say name one nigga that's rocking with him Flow like a hundred round chopper, nigga Made a way out of the jungle and now they in trouble I used to be humble as *** Blood in my neck and my wrist Tell all them critics to suck on the dick, nigga Remix I woke up in a new Bugatti