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Prada on my feet
Gucci on my back
Hundred-dollar bills
Keep filling up the track
You in the passenger
Looking like a dream
Chrome in the moon
And the leather in cream
Count that stack again
Watch it disappear
I been moving fast
But I keep it clear
Do you wanna ride with me
Tell me what you like
We can make the whole night
Feel like a private flight
Do you wanna ride around in my Bugatti
(ride around in my Bugatti)
If we get bored then we can drive Ferrari
(we can drive Ferrari)
Bugatti riding slow tonight
Bugatti riding slow tonight
I’m loving every moment
On the city light
Prada on my feet
And the Gucci on my back
Hundred-dollar bills
They keep filling up the track
Top down, hair down
You can pick the lane
Every turn we take
Got me saying your name
You smile at the dash
I grin at the road
Every mile we pass
Make the whole world slow
Do you wanna ride with me
Tell me what you like
We can make the whole night
Feel like a private flight
Do you wanna ride around in my Bugatti
(ride around in my Bugatti)
If we get bored then we can drive Ferrari
(we can drive Ferrari)
Bugatti riding slow tonight
Bugatti riding slow tonight
I’m loving every moment
On the city light
Let the night stretch out
Let the street fade back
Your hand in mine
And the bass intact
We don’t need a map
We just keep that glow
One more turn for us
Then we let it go
Do you wanna ride around in my Bugatti
(ride around in my Bugatti)
If we get bored then we can drive Ferrari
(we can drive Ferrari)
Bugatti riding slow tonight
Bugatti riding slow tonight
I’m loving every moment
On the city light
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