We the motherfuckin' best, nigga Ice-T Yeah Super Beauty Yeah, yeah I come lookin' for you with hate signs I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money, they start a hatred I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Niggas be hatin', I'm rich as a bitch One hundred K, I spun that on my wrist Two hundred dollars, spun that on your bitch Do me a model, put that on my list All that ego and that foreign again Killin' the scene, bring the car in the end Murder she wrote, swallow a choke Hit her and go home and call her again Crib as big as a college Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin' some shit with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses all in them Porsches You pussies can't handle afford it Forty-two hundred, my mortgage Ballin' on niggas like Corbett Fuck all you haters, you call me Only the real get a piece of the plate Reppin' my city and runnin' my state Give me a pistol, they run with the case Niggas want beef, then I visit your place I come lookin' for you with hate signs I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You get money, they start a hatred I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti And I'm at it again Let go that flow, bringin' tragedy in Copped me a chain, your salary spent Niggas is sweepin', them cavities in Countin' money, hourly trend Rollin' up skinny like Austin twins Niggas is squares, cabinet bins Neck full of gold, Olympian shit Demons, I'm blowin' a check on the gear Fall in some pussy, then hop on a Lear Strap with them choppers in back of the rear Soccer passet, I'm killin' Satir Fuck up early, they mountin' Mine is tellin' me money Paper, mula, pockets as fat as a tuma Livin' my life off of tuna Want it with me, I deliver the beef Real niggas only enjoyin' the feast Pull up a seat, bon appétit No Louboutins when they're red on your sleeve Bang, bang, bang, bang I come lookin' for you with Haitians I stay smokin' on good Jamaican I fuck bitches from different races You give money, they start a hatred I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti Photographs of dope boys It's all they takin' Fingerprints on the Rolls Royce It's why they hatin' Push a button on these broke boys It's detonation Walk the road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle Now she livin' carefree That's why I hustle for that half a key That's 12 G's I'm tryna bubble every summer I'm an L.P. You gotta love me, I got shooters out the D.League Signing bones And hit that man ass from 30 feet Left in the puddle Fingerprints is on a honeymoon And what it is Rick and Rose and they too We hella tripped Yeah I come lookin' for you ahead What you know about this I stay smokin' on good Jamaican We the best I fool bitches when we feelin' Hundred years You get mine and they start a hate trial I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti I woke up in a new Bugatti