Released on September 2, 2014

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[Chorus: 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

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


[Verse 1: Jeezy]

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

[Chorus: 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

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

[Verse 2: The Game & Jeezy]

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, R.I.P. 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)

[Chorus: Rick Ross & Jeezy]

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


[Verse 3: Rick Ross]

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 L.A., 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

[Chorus: The Game, Jeezy & 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

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


[Produced by Black Metaphor]