[Hook: The Game & Jeezy] I got a bad bitch from Vogue Told her strike a pose Step to the side and look at them thighs That bitch beautiful I got a Lambo, two doors Two seaters, two hoes Yokohamas, no Vogues Man, that bitch beautiful Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains 2-mile-long driveway Man, that ho beautiful I got a condo up in the sky 'Fore I figured I'd die Foreign bitch, no lie Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 1: Jeezy] Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions Wit' the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls Merci in my garage, course it is supercharged Wake up to a ménage, they give me a massage Closet filled wit' designer, Donatella recliner Suede headliner, all that whip in china I ain't talkin' Sprite when I say I need soda Bought my first Caprice, put fifty in the motor Bricks they was beautiful, yeah, Mona Lisa The streets introduced me to money, nice to meet ya Ray Charles in these Ray Bans, why? Touched them keys with both hands? If I die, remember me like Don Killuminati Bury me on the left, right next to John Gotti Play nothin' but that Cocaine Muzik, that Yo Gotti Tombstone ready, took shit from nobody
[Hook: The Game & Jeezy] I got a bad bitch from Vogue Told her strike a pose Step to the side and look at them thighs That bitch beautiful I got a Lambo, two doors Two seaters, two hoes Yokohamas, no Vogues Man, that bitch beautiful Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains 2-mile-long driveway Man, that ho beautiful I got a condo up in the sky 'Fore I fake it I'd die Foreign bitch, no lie Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 2: The Game] Mirror, mirror, in my garage Tell me which Lambo I should park at the L'Ermitage Pull up at the The Mirage, it's Phantoms and Mazis Out here, expensive taste, my car is camouflage Speakin' of camouflage, RIP to Camoflauge Just drove through Savannah, Georgia That shit beautiful, and his .45 is unusual Push your shit back like nail shops do cuticles Snowman, tell these niggas that we livin' it Front yard like a soccer field, and we kickin' it Sick condos, pockets full of Rondos Choppers wit' extended clips, long as El Segundo Jeezy like Versace, so we rented out the mansion Fuckin' European models, skin white as Marilyn Manson Came a long way from a nigga first advancement Test drive the new Bugatti, hold that bitch for ransom
[Hook: Rick Ross & Jeezy] I keep me a jet model Keep a black bottle Meal ticket wrapped in plastic That bitch beautiful Keep some rose gold on my arm Bottle of Avion FNH with the drum Man, that bitch beautiful
[Verse 3: Rick Ross] My Chevrolet a seven trey Dade Country dopeboy, I’m talkin' heavyweight I hustle everyday We squashed the beef to get the money We set examples for rich niggas in Maserati's My killers in the lobby Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss!), execute a nigga; Abe Lincoln 200 squares for the same ticket Out in LA, I’m with my main bitches Tip…toein' on marble, got me trippin' on these pain killers I’m still the same, I never changed, nigga Went from razorbladin' rocks, no more holes in my socks Fuck her like a champ, got me livin' like I box Sugar Ray Leonard, nigga I just want the drop First nigga with the Wraith, underneath the stars Better look me in my face, tell the tears' for my dogs Fuckin' the same hoes, but we got them different cars Ugh! Beautiful, are my artsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
