Breaking News lyrics
by T.I.
[Chorus: London Jae]
f*ck around, make the news
f*cking with me
Look at my loot, f*cking with you
Look at these jewels, dripping on me
Blood on me, dripping on you
Come through and smash
200 my dash and gass
I catch your ass in trafic
f*ck with the bag, that magic
[Verse 1: London Jae]
Come through, f*ck up the trafic
Dead [?], stack the cash
Tech on the seat, Imma blast
Patek got them boogers, it looking nasty
Go dab in my mansion
f*ck up a bag at Maxom
f*ck all that cash, got karots
Try and send them up on the 4
b*tches say I do the most
I'm praying for my dog, presidential what I bought
Residential [?]
Wanna f*ck the boy, she have to pull up
Yeah in the trentches, f*ckin up all the pots
b*tches try to turn me in, I f*ck up on her friend
Baught her ass a Benz
Crashed that, f*ck around in that Wraith
Went and bought that b*tch a gift
Poured out all the beans
Gave some b*tches the Coke
Real sh*t a n*gga did
Half a million for the privates
Painkillers in my body
[Chorus: London Jae]
f*ck around, make the news
f*cking with me
Look at my loot, f*cking with you
Look at these jewels, dripping on me
Blood on me, dripping on you
Come through and smash
200 my dash and gass
I catch your ass in trafic
f*ck with the bag, that magic
[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
f*ck around with them bags again
Damb, this n*gga tryna scam again
Wanna know how I made it, praied on the daily, yeah I used to plan for this
Now a b*tch get a bag for this
Benz or the Beemer, park it wherever
All of my ice on, new pistol and IPhone
Can't touch me, I run with them shooters
Plus I be poppin the Perk, f*ck a motherf*cker's hurt
Red bottoms cause I'm up
Work for this, f*ck luck
Dope or ball for a buck
Where I'm from, get stuck
Talk crazy, get touched
Street gosep, keep hushed
Might do the dash
f*ck up a bag
f*ck what you had
I'm winning, you mad
Be humble or brag
Lil hoe I got options
Cause I came up from the bottom
No I ain't where I started
[Chorus: London Jae]
f*ck around, make the news
f*cking with me
Look at my loot, f*cking with you
Look at these jewels, dripping on me
Blood on me, dripping on you
Come through and smash
200 my dash and gass
I catch your ass in trafic
f*ck with the bag, that magic