Beautiful (feat. Game / Rick Ross)

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

Came up in the projects, dreamin' 'bout them mansions

Wit' the coke white walls, flow like bowlin' balls

Murci 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

Mirror, mirror, in my garage

Tell me which lambo I should park at the l'ermitage

Pull up at the the mirage, it's phantom's and mazi's

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

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

Baby girl she out of broward

Smoove with powder

Tats on her neck, straight checks

That bitch beautiful

I got a condo up in the sky

'Fore I figured I'd die

Foreign bitch, no lie

Man, that bitch beautiful

[Verse 3: Rick ross]

My chevrolet a seven trey

Dade county 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

Tiptoein' 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 odds