Jeezy, The Game, Rick Ross - Beautiful lyrics

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
Two-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, then get me a massage
(Haha) closet filled wit' designer


Donatella recliner
Suede headliner, all that whippin', 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 (What's up?)
Ray Charles in these Ray Bans, why?
Yeah, I 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

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
Two-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

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 4-5, 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 (That's right)

I keep me a jet model, keep a black bottle
(What's up?) 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
Smooth with the powder
Tats on her neck, straight checks
This bitch beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky, 'fore I fake it
I'd die foreign bitch, no lie, man
That bitch beautiful

My Chevrolet a seven trey
Dade County dope boy
I'm talkin' heavyweight, I hustle everyday
We squashed the beef to get the money (Huh)
We set examples for rich niggas in Maseratis
(Woo) my killers in the lobby
Bitches keep my name ringin' (Boss)
Execute a nigga, Abe Lincoln
Two hundred squares for the same ticket
Out in LA, I'm with my main bitches
Tiptoein' on marble
Got me trippin' on these painkillers
I'm still the same, I never changed, nigga
(Woah) 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 (Woo)
Better look me in my face
Tell the tears' for my dogs
Fuckin' the same hoes but we
Got them different cars (Huh)
And beautiful are my odds

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
Baby girl, she out of Broward
Smooth with the powder
Tats on her neck, straight checks
This bitch beautiful
I got a condo up in the sky, 'fore I fake it
I'd die foreign bitch, no lie, man
That bitch beautiful