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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.
bitches still here.
Send some Ciroc over my nigga.
I some trees too.
Boyz (uh)

The view in motherfucka is amazing
The one I flew in, motherfuckas an Asian.
Got a few just being patient
Puff double up we Cam'ron and
We used to be on porches
Now we lease Aston's and on
Italian the whole fortress.
Cracks in the marble, slabs we cop shit.
My marijuana accounts your mortgage.
My watch, house, ice flawless.
BVS pink when I light head with the right 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)
Take your time it
Turn up your motherfuckin
And what we hear
See we see (Bugatti Boys!)
Feel we feel
Hey yo me up,
I speak softly when I talk to hoes.
it out...

I'm in women that's independent.
But the sprees can be extended.
New Benz's, your is suspended.
Your man my bank account tremendous.
We going no other niggas ever though about.
Bora Bora, show you what the yacht about.
It's simple math, all I wanna do is 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.
Straight out of Harlem, of the cut steez.
lust me, 100 G's for the cufflinks.
A is always a man's best accessory (that's right).
Look at mine, she 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 they never experienced that fly shit. You see, we the Bugatti Boyz baby, we because we live it.

Take a deep breathe and that effervescence.
Yeah that's real pimpin.
Yeah, if I it, I did it.
You my name 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 that I see from the view up high.
I've been here before you, be here after you, and imma be here when you decide to come back mothafucka.
But bring your bitch you, come on.
Damn! Damn, feels so good. Niggas dont even make music like this no more. You feel me It's the Bugatti Boyz! That soul music!
That fried chicken and champagne, with some diamonds. Yeah, five million in 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).