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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 in this motherfucka is amazing
The one I in, this motherfuckas an Asian.
Got a few more just being
Puff up we Cam'ron and Mase'em
We to be ashy on porches
Now we Aston's and on Porsches
glass the whole fortress.
Cracks in the marble, that we cop shit.
My marijuana accounts your mortgage.
My watch, house, ice flawless.
BVS look pink when I light 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, her real hard just for the strange face.

(Diddy)
Take your time it
up your motherfuckin radio
And hear what we
See we see (Bugatti Boys!)
Feel 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, 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.
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).
Look at mine, she black and Cherokee.
I hit the lotto with all my mulattos, you recognize the model with the top off the Gelato. (Yeah, on).

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

Take a breathe and smell 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 you can fly, you can see the visions that I see from the view up high.
been here before you, imma be here after 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 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 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).