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The Boss)
Hey yo Diddy, Ross.
I'm still at the my nigga.
I overslept, called downstairs, they you extended this shit.
Spanish still here.
Send some more over my nigga.
I need some too.
Boyz (uh)

The in this motherfucka is amazing
The one I in, this motherfuckas an Asian.
Got a few more just patient
double up we Cam'ron and Mase'em
We used to be on porches
Now we Aston's and on Porsches
glass the whole fortress.
Cracks in the marble, slabs we cop shit.
My marijuana accounts whole mortgage.
My watch, house, ice flawless.
BVS look pink when I light head with the right bitch, white be the icy.
Louis Vuitton button up my companion. An LG show the bag for the (come on), 22-32 or straight 8, fuck her real hard just for the strange face.

(Diddy)
your time with it
Turn up your motherfuckin
And hear what we
See we see (Bugatti Boys!)
what we feel
Hey yo me up,
I speak when I talk to these hoes.
it out...

I'm interested in that's independent.
But the shoppin can be extended.
New Benz's, license is suspended.
Your man my bank account tremendous.
We going places no other niggas ever about.
Bora, i''ll show you what the yacht about.
It's simple math, all I do is spoil her.
Look at her hand, the great of Gibraltar.
Buyin land the half a of Florida.
Baby I'm a baller, New York's my court.
out of Harlem, home of the cut steez.
Women me, 100 G's for the cufflinks.
A queen is always a man's best (that's right).
Look at mine, she black and Cherokee.
I hit the lotto with all my mulattos, you recognize the model with the top off the Gelato. (Yeah, on).

You see, a lot of niggas be talkin that shit. But they don't be talkin fly shit. Cuz they never experienced that fly shit. You see, we the Bugatti Boyz baby, we talk because we live it.

Take a breathe and smell that effervescence.
Yeah that's real pimpin.
Yeah, if I it, I did it.
You know my name bitch, and if you forget, I'm Daddy.
And my nigga Ros.

As you close your eyes you can fly, you can see the visions that I see the view up high.
I've been here before you, imma be after you, and imma be here when you decide to come back mothafucka.
But bring bitch with you, come on.
Damn! Damn, feels so good. Niggas dont even make music this no more. You feel me Ros? It's the Bugatti Boyz! That soul music!
That fried chicken and champagne, with some diamonds. Yeah, million in cash on the bed for no reason. (Phone rings) With three mothafuckin bitches just money wrestling and shit. Not mud wrestling, money wrestling. You see, this is the way life is for some niggas. They the chosen ones. Hate is for suckas nigga, get some love in your life, you'll be blessed for it. (Come on).