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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 Ciroc over my nigga.
I some trees too.
Boyz (uh)

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

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

I'm in women that's independent.
But the shoppin can be extended.
New Benz's, license is suspended.
Your man pretending my bank tremendous.
We going places no other 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 rock of Gibraltar.
land the half a size of Florida.
Baby I'm a baller, New York's my 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 talkin that shit. But they don't be 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 real motherfuckin pimpin.
Yeah, if I it, I did it.
You know my bitch, and if you forget, I'm Puff Daddy.
And my nigga Ros.

As you your eyes you can fly, you can see the visions that I see from the view up high.
I've been here before you, imma be here you, and imma be here when you decide to come back mothafucka.
But your 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 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).