T.I. — Bugatti - g-mix

I come looking for you Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches 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 Niggas be hatin' I'm rich as a bitch 100K I spent that on my wrist Two hundred thousand I spent that on your bitch You and your model put that on the list Oh there he go with that Foreign again Killin 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 fuck bitches Hard oh oh oh oh oh Smoke me a pound of the loudest Whippin' some shit 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 niggas like Kobe Fuck 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 Niggas want beef then I feed ya your plate Bang! I come looking for you Haitians I stay smoking on good Jamaican I fuck bitches 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 Niggas is sweepin them cavities in Countin money, hourly trend Rolling them skinnies like Olsen twins Niggas is squares, cabin and pens Neck full of Gold Olympian shit Niggas is blowing their checks on the gear Fall on some pussy then hop on the leer Shot with them choppers back of the rear Popeye said them killers is here Woke up early morning, mind is tellin me money Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor Billionaire nigga no rumor Livin' my life off of tuna Wanted with me I deliver the beef Real niggas 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 fuck bitches 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 button 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 fuck bitches 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