Bugatti!

NYC for fashion week...
These niggas copy
Fuckin on a bitch, she riding me like I'm a Harley
Pull up in a Mazi, pick her up
She get excited but she really know deep down
I want that new Bugatti!

And I know you really want me... Bitch!
Bitch you steady tryna call me
Call me up and I'll pull up in that new Mazi

No, bitch you cannot call me
She call me up and I think that she tryna line me
yea, she playin games and trickin like this shit Atari
Hit it then I dip and pass to gang like I'm Naccari
If I ever hurt your feelings. bitch I'm never sorry!
Fuck your feelings, fuck apologies
I'm counting money
I was down bad on my dick, I needed you
You just ignored me
Now I don't need you
I got the bag and a new baddie
And a baddie, baddie with a fatty
With a fatty, fucked that bitch up off the addy's
What she trippin for?
I fucked her and her buddy
I'm my mama only son and imma tell my story!

NYC for fashion week...
These niggas copy
Fucking on a bitch, she riding me like I'm a Harley
Pull up in a Mazi, pick her up
She get excited but she really know deep down
I want that new Bugatti!



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Midouin
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