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

The view in this motherfucka is
The one I in, this motherfuckas an Asian.
Got a few more just being
Puff double up we and Mase'em
We used to be on porches
Now we Aston's and on Porsches
Italian the whole fortress.
Cracks in the marble, slabs we cop shit.
My marijuana your whole mortgage.
My watch, house, ice flawless.
BVS look pink when I light head with the right bitch, 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 just for the face.

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

I'm interested in that's independent.
But the shoppin can be extended.
New Benz's, your is suspended.
man pretending my bank account tremendous.
We going places no other niggas ever about.
Bora Bora, i''ll you what the yacht about.
It's math, all I wanna 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 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).
at mine, she half black and Cherokee.
I hit the lotto with all my mulattos, you recognize the model 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 they never experienced that fly shit. You see, we the Bugatti Boyz baby, we talk we live it.

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

As you close your you can fly, you can see the visions that I see from the view up high.
I've been here you, imma be here after 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 like 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, this is the way life is for some niggas. They the chosen ones. is for suckas nigga, get some love in your life, you'll be blessed for it. (Come on).