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

The view in motherfucka is amazing
The one I flew in, this an Asian.
Got a few more being patient
Puff up we Cam'ron and Mase'em
We used to be on porches
Now we lease and on Porsches
Italian glass the 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 head with the right bitch, white 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)
Take your time it
Turn up your radio
And hear we hear
See we see (Bugatti Boys!)
what we feel
Hey yo me up,
I speak softly I talk to these 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 places no other ever though about.
Bora Bora, i''ll show you what the about.
simple math, all I wanna do is spoil her.
Look at her hand, the great of Gibraltar.
Buyin land the half a of Florida.
Baby I'm a baller, New York's my 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).
Look at mine, she half and Cherokee.
I hit the with all my mulattos, you recognize the model with the top off the Gelato. (Yeah, come on).

You see, a lot of niggas be talkin that shit. But they be talkin that fly shit. Cuz they 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 real pimpin.
Yeah, if I it, I did it.
You know my bitch, and if you forget, I'm Puff Daddy.
And that's my 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 your bitch with you, 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 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).