Lyrics Rick Ross – New Bugatti

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

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)

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

Hook