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

The view in this motherfucka is
The one I flew in, this an Asian.
Got a few more being patient
Puff double up we Cam'ron and
We to be ashy on porches
Now we lease Aston's and on
glass the whole fortress.
Cracks in the marble, slabs we cop shit.
My marijuana accounts your mortgage.
My watch, house, ice flawless.
BVS look pink when I light head with the bitch, white mink be the icy.
Louis button up my companion. An LG show 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 radio
And hear what we
See we see (Bugatti Boys!)
Feel what we
Hey yo me up,
I speak softly when I to these hoes.
it out...

I'm in women that's independent.
But the sprees can be extended.
New Benz's, license is suspended.
Your man my bank account tremendous.
We going places no other niggas though about.
Bora Bora, show you what the yacht about.
simple math, all I wanna do is spoil her.
Look at her hand, the rock of Gibraltar.
Buyin land the a size 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 is always a man's best accessory (that's right).
at mine, she half black and Cherokee.
I hit the lotto with all my mulattos, you recognize the with the top off the Gelato. (Yeah, come on).

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

a deep breathe and smell that effervescence.
Yeah that's 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 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 be here when you decide to come back mothafucka.
But bring your bitch with you, on.
Damn! Damn, so good. Niggas dont even make music like this no more. You feel me Ros? It's the Bugatti Boyz! That soul music!
That fried 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, 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).