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

The view in this motherfucka is
The one I flew in, motherfuckas an Asian.
Got a few more just being
Puff double up we Cam'ron and
We to be ashy on porches
Now we Aston's and on Porsches
Italian glass the fortress.
Cracks in the marble, slabs we cop shit.
My marijuana accounts your mortgage.
My watch, house, ice flawless.
BVS look when I light head with the right bitch, white mink be the icy.
Louis Vuitton button up my companion. An LG the bag for the cannon (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 we hear
See we see (Bugatti Boys!)
Feel what we
Hey yo me up,
I speak softly 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 niggas ever though about.
Bora Bora, i''ll show you what the about.
It's simple math, all I do is spoil her.
Look at her hand, the great of Gibraltar.
land the half a size of Florida.
Baby I'm a baller, New my ball court.
Straight out of Harlem, of the cut steez.
Women me, 100 G's for the cufflinks.
A queen is always a man's accessory (that's right).
Look at mine, she half and Cherokee.
I hit the lotto with all my mulattos, you the model with the top off the Gelato. (Yeah, come on).

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

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

As you close your eyes you can fly, you can see the visions I see from the view up high.
I've been here before you, imma be here after you, and imma be here when you decide to come mothafucka.
But bring your bitch you, come on.
Damn! Damn, feels so good. Niggas dont even make music like no more. You feel me Ros? It's the Bugatti Boyz! That soul music!
That chicken and champagne, with some diamonds. Yeah, five 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).