Bugatti Boyz (Diddy & Rick Ross) - Another One

Bugatti Boyz (Diddy & Rick Ross) - Another One Lyrics @ Hip Hop Lyrics

Bugatti Boyz (Diddy & Rick Ross) - Another One Lyrics

Diddy]

You n-ggas paranoid,

I party gettin’ money

I know I’m the sh-t my janitor be getting money

I got a skyscraper, it’s a hell of a view

got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe

pray for me, I grind everyday for it

if you see me riding in it, means I paid for it

Bugatti Boyz 1.8 fours

I got money baby I could order 8 more

f-ck the Forbes list lets tell the truth I ate more

I got a billion baby time to get 8 more

12 bedrooms, time to get 8 more

stack up all the cases of Ciroc on the 8th floor

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[ Rick Ross] (Diddy in brackets)

Got a hundred million

(its time to get another one)

How this Bugatti feel

(I may need me another one)

5 bad b-tches

(just got me another one)

P Diddy run the city

(never be another one)

5 mill cash

(and I need another one)

rocking a different Rollie

(no this not the other one)

Stacking a number gettin’ money

(n-gga number one)

real n-ggas run the city

(never be another one)

[Diddy]

these haters speculate

they always watching mine

she know what time it is

just like my watch line

my clothes line

the cologne b-tch

I know you smell this money sitting on this throne b-tch

I’m strong b-tch

I own sh-t

gave myself a ten digit bonus

I’m the money man, never financed

go get this money baby, with yo fine ass

if ya n-gga broke it’s time to get another one

if oyu b-tch is trippin’ time to get another one

I’m Puff Daddy b-tch there’ll never be another one

Bugatti Boyz forever one

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[Rick Ross]

I feelin’ the money

I’m lovin’ the paper

n-gga hate in the hood

took his hoe to Jamaica

if I let down the top

let the breeze in my beard

VIP is the spot, they playing musical chairs

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my Columbian the man, holla beam me up Shawty

got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body

1.5 for this brand new black Bugatti

jewels like I’m Slick Rick

ballet shoes lade dade

I’m billin’ myself, b-tch you do the same

f-ck what I spend at the bar

you should see how I came

keep my b-tch at her best

with one foot in the trap

if I bust at your chest I bet thats a wrap

take that

Chorus

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