T.I. - Bugatti - g-mix lyrics

I come looking for you Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f** b**hes from different races You get money they started hating I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti n***as be hatin' I'm rich as a b**h 100K I spent that on my wrist Two hundred thousand I spent that on your b**h You and your model put that on the list Oh there he go with that Foreign again k**in the sebring and callin it end Murder she wrote, swallow a choke Hit her and go home and call her again Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college f** b**hes Hard oh oh oh oh oh Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin' some sh** with no mileage Diamonds cost me a fortune Them horses follow them Porsches You pussies can't handle, afford it 4, 200 my mortgage Ballin on n***as like Kobe f** all you haters you bore me Only the real get a piece of the plate Reppin' my city I'm runnin' my state Give me a pistol then run with the K's n***as want beef then I feed ya your plate Bang! I come looking for you Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f** b**hes from different races You get money they started hating I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti Yeah, an I'm at it again There go the flow bringin tragedy in Copped me a chain your salary spent n***as is sweepin them cavities in Countin money, hourly trend Rolling them skinnies like Olsen twins n***as is squares, cabin and pens

Neck full of Gold Olympian sh** n***as is blowing their checks on the gear Fall on some p**y then hop on the leer Shot with them choppers back of the rear Popeye said them k**ers is here Woke up early morning, mind is tellin me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor Billionaire n***a no rumor Livin' my life off of tuna Wanted with me I deliver the beef Real n***as only enjoyin' the feast Pull up a seat, bon appetite No Louis Vuittons put that red on your feet Bang I come looking for you Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f** b**hes from different races You get money they started hating I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti Photographs of dope boys Is all the take is finger prints on the Rolls Royce Is why they hatin' push a bu*ton on these broke boys Its detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet I watch mama struggle now she livin care free That's why I hustle for half a Ki thats 12 G's I'm tryin to bubble every summer out in LP You gotta love me I got shooters out the D-league Signin' bonus hit that man there from thirty feet Left in a puddle finger prints is on hundred mill And what it is, Ricky Ro-zay and Ace Hood We hella Trill Yeah! I come looking for you Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I f** b**hes from different races You get money they started hating I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti I woke up in the new Bugatti