Chords for Ace Hood - Bugatti (Explicit Version/Closed Captioned) ft. Future, Rick Ross

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Damn, _ your life can flip in a matter of seconds.
_ _ _ One morning you're waking up in the projects
_ And the next morning you wake up in a 1.2 million dollar car
_ _ How did I get here?
I come looking for you at _ _ Hayshawn's
I stay smoking on good _ _ Jamaican
I forbid you from different _ ways
So you get money then start a _ [G#m] bank
I [C#] woke up in a new Bugatti _
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_ Okay, [E] _ niggas be hatin' on rich as [N] a bitch
100k I put that on my [C#] wrist
200 dollar I put that on your bitch
You and your model put that on my list
All that ego and that foreign again
Killing the scene, bring the poor in the end
Murder she wrote, swallow a chunk
Hit her and go home and call her a Ghee
Woke up early that morning, crib as big as a college
Smoke me a pound of the loudest
Ripping some shit with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses all in them Porsches
You pussy's can't handle a 40
4200 my mortgage
Smiling on niggas like COVID
Fuck all you haters you vomit
Only the real get a piece of the plate
Reppin' my city, I'm running my state
Hit me up and so they run with the cave
Niggas want beef then I beat you to pussy
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_ _ come looking for you at _ Nations
I stay smoking on good _ _ Jamaican
I fuck bitches for different _ _ reasons
You get money they start a _ Trap
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 _ _
[C#m] I [E] woke up in a new Bugatti
And I'm at it again
Baggo that flow bringing [C#] tragedy in
Cop me a chain, your salary spent
Niggas is sweet bringing poverty's in
Counting money, hourly trend
Holding them skinny like Austin Quinn
Niggas the square, cabinet bins
Neck full of gold, Olympian shit
Demons don't blow when they check on the gear
Balling some pussy then hop on the Lear
Strap with them choppers in back of the rear
Suck pussy, them killers is here
Smoke a burn it in my own ear
Mind is telling me money
Paper, mula, pockets as fat as a tumor
Me and that nigga no rumor
Living my life off of tuna
Want it with me I deliver the beef
Real niggas only enjoying the feast
Pull up with C, bon appétit
Don't look what's on when that red on your seat
Bang, bang, bang, bang _ _
Survival is a game of chance _ _ _
Revenge is a calculated plan of action _ _
_ I come looking for you, _ _ Haitians
I stay smoking on good _ _ Jamaican
I fuck bitches from different _ races
You give money, they start a hate [G#] trend
I woke up in a [C#] 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 [E] _ up in a new [A] Bugatti
Photographs of dope boys
It's all they taking, [C#] fingerprints on a Rolls Royce
It's why they hating, push a button on this broke boy
It's detonation, walk the road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle, now she living carefree
That's why I hustle for that half a key, that _ 12GZ
I'm trying to bubble every summer, 100 LP
You _ gotta love me, I got shooters out the D-League
Signing bones and hit that man, that's from 30 feet
Left in the puddle, fingerprints is on a honey mill
That's what it is, Ricky, Rose, Jay, and Nasus
We hella tripped, _ yeah
I come looking for you, _ Haitians
_ I stay smoking on good [G#] _ [C#] Jamaican
_ I fuck bitches from different races
Honey, they on your side
You get mine and they starting
_ _ 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
_ _ [C#m] I woke up [E] in a new Bugatti _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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