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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 bitches here.
some more Ciroc over my nigga.
I need some too.
Bugatti (uh)

The view in this is amazing
The one I flew in, motherfuckas an Asian.
Got a few more just patient
Puff 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 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 show the bag for the cannon (come on), or straight 8, fuck her real hard just for the strange face.

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

I'm interested in 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 ever about.
Bora Bora, i''ll you what the yacht about.
simple math, all I wanna do is spoil her.
Look at her hand, the great of Gibraltar.
Buyin the half 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 queen is a man's best 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 talkin that fly shit. Cuz they never experienced that fly shit. You see, we the Bugatti Boyz baby, we talk because we it.

Take a deep breathe and that effervescence.
that's 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 close 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 bring bitch with 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 cash on the bed for no reason. (Phone rings) With three mothafuckin 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).