Testo A Beautiful Life - Big Tymers
Testo della canzone A Beautiful Life (Big Tymers), tratta dall'album Big Money Heavy Weight (Screwed & Chopped)
It's a beautiful life, colorful ice
And I got fly-est of hoes, spendin' the night
I'm a tycooner baby, all my shit be designer baby
It's a beautiful life
When I pull up through your city they go, "Who is that?"
In a brand new baby blue Cadillac
Truck two days old with remote control
Press the muthafuckin' button and the TV's fold
Out the top of the dash, bitch shakin' they ass
They'll drink a lil' somethin' if I show 'em some cash
Mannie Fresh ho, represent the S
Cash Money Records, nigga, nothin' but the best
Got a monster truck sittin' on 30's
Fuck the rap game cause I still push birdies
Still hood rich, bitch, you know who I are
They don't wanna fuck me, they wanna fuck my car
Wait a minute, hold up, man, get it straight
Your dude push pebbles, Birdman push weight
And it's so incredible the things he does
Take a project bitch from where she was
Clean her life up, wife her, just because
We some muthafuckin' pimps, ya bitch, yeah
It's a beautiful life, colorful ice
And I got fly-est of hoes, spendin' the night
I'm a tycooner baby, all my shit be designer baby
It's a beautiful life
Massive rounds when we movin' these pounds
Countin' cash out a shoe box, we gettin' it down
I'm holdin' my town like a nigga on the mound
Or a crab of a bucket when we movin' around
Stroll in the hood, steering wheel all wood
In the back of a 'Lac, the nigga played all good
I'm on my grizzy, my nizzy, to get this brand new crib
Behind this money is gon' be a fuckin' killin'
Movin' around uptown, that's how it's goin' down
I'm comin' through the hood for a billin' killin', bitch
Money is a must
Hangin' out at the club with hoes on motorbikes, my nigga
Money is a must
Hangin' out at the club with hoes on motorbikes, my nigga
Money is a must
Hangin' out at the club with hoes on motorbikes, my nigga
That ghetto life with the stars and bars
It ain't no love in my eyesight, nigga
A million in cash in the back of the dash
And I'm the OG drivin', my nigga
It's a beautiful life, colorful ice
And I got fly-est of hoes, spendin' the night
I'm a tycooner baby, all my shit be designer baby
It's a beautiful life
Yeah, got my root beer Dickies on
With my muthafuckin' diamond-studded cell phone
I got cars to match these clothes
With some ignorant-ass, brained-out project hoes
I got cars to match these clothes
Ignorant-ass, brained-out project hoes
I got cars to match these clothes
Ignorant-ass, brained-out project hoes
Dope boy fresh, I mean that, bitch
That's gators on my waiter when he servin' that shit
Comin' through your hood disrespectin' y'all
Bass turned up loud, knockin' pictures off the wall
Look, I'm ridin' gangsta in the green Mercedes
Blowin' spinach out the window, Mannie Fresh and Baby
Icy whip with the gun on my hip
Bootin' up at you bitches like, "Fuck y'all haters"
So get straight or get this gun in your face
And fuck around and be a whole 'nother killin'
In a sky blue Bentley, 23's, they spinnin'
Big money, heavyweight, and we gettin' it, bitch
It's a beautiful life, colorful ice
And I got fly-est of hoes, spendin' the night
I'm a tycooner baby, all my shit be designer baby
It's a beautiful life
Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Williams, Byron O. Thomas, Jazze Pha
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