Lyrics of 'Bugatti' by Lil Wayne

Microphone check, I still don’t hear my mic…
Oh yeah I do, yeah I do
Uh, don’t be lookin’ for no donations
You get dick then reservations
I get pussy then hibernation
I start humpin’ soon as I wake up
I woke up in some new punani, yeah
He woke up bleedin’ like “who shot me?”, yeah
I kept shootin’, boo said “you got ‘em”
Now all we gotta do is get rid of the body

But anyway I woke up in some new punani
I was drunk as a bitch
Drunk as a bitch, but not drunk as the bitch
I got in that shit, acted donkey in it
Junk in her trunk, hope my trunk can fit
And she jumped on my dick like a monkey and shit
Monkey see monkey do, banana clips
Shoot at them niggas, no camera glitch
Wax that ass, no candles lit
And I roll with some killers, I eat with the mob
Got some shit built up, I keep it inside

Red in my eyes, mount everest high
Look dead in my eyes, see death in my eyes
The tech on my thigh and my aim so good
I could shoot a fly or a bull in the eye
All bullshit aside, a nigga almost died but I’m outchea
Fuck around with a real nigga and get murked
I been paid my dues, will I get reimbursed?
I love it when she make faces, pussy feel like vacation
Eat it like I’m dyin’ of starvation

I’m at the finish line, her heart racin’
Give her to fuke if she caucasian
My niggas wild as jumanji
You can call me an s.o.b
Cause it’s skateboards over bugattis
I used to be at them heat
Games with better seats than pat riley
Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop, pop that olly
Tunechin

Sippin’ on dumb, puffin’ a j
Met her tonight, fuck her today
You tuck her away, I’m fuckin’ her face
Wine head, she guzzling grapes
Back shots, I’m holding her waist
Freaky, I always freak
You know tune my bro, but he ain’t tryna meet ya
Just bring your friend, both of us will eat her
Hater niggas be hungry, got a hundred shots to feed ‘em
Her panties are down, her legs is up
We finally fucked, she starved for months
Don’t give a fuck, still I’ll hit
Never no feelings, no love for these hoes

No flowers were sent, but we fucked in the rolls, haha
No flowers were sent, but we fucked in the rolls… royce, trick
Now they mad, I told they was
Bitches will be lying, I did the same
Far from a square, don’t mistake me for lames
She’s suckin’ me off, I’m pokin’ her brain
She tell me keep goin’, I’m doin’ my thing
That pussy so wet, I’m calling it rain
I’m giving her hundreds, she’s keeping my change
I keep it a hundred, you do the same
Most women front, but who do you blame?
I gave you dick, you gave me pussy
Safe to say it’s an even exchange
Bitch

Don’t be givin’ out information
You know niggas still on probation
I get higher than expectations
You know this is the dedication
I’m on that kush, she on that molly, yeah
I turn that pussy to dasani, yeah
Shout out my nigga luca brasi
I don’t know this hoe, so I must dash, no disguises
Tunechi, I had to dedication 5 it
Uh
What up five?