Young Scooter - Beautiful Day lyrics
[Verse 1: Young Scooter] Sun shining, top down Everyday beautiful, I jugg eight hundred pounds I used to struggle now it's free bandz good times My son six years old, counting a hundred thousand Plus I'm about to have a girl, now my life complete Plus I don't got no girl, married to the streets And this a money world, all my money free It's a beautiful day when you can buy a key I always ride around with bands on the seat Your name hold weight when you can flood the streets It's beautiful to sell six trucks a week BMG I own my own company [Hook:] It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day It's a beautiful day, it's a beautiful day It's a beautiful day, sun shine hit the wet paint We smoke kush and sip drank, it's a beautiful day It's a beautiful day [Verse 2: Travis Porter] I'm talking about bad b**hes, gold rollies I'm talking about getting digits, them hoes know me n***as in the hood still moving marijuana Their biggest dream is getting rich and move to California Like Uncle Phil, big truck with them monster wheels, hopping out with them ninos I'm walking around all this gold on, that sh** weigh a whole kilo That East Side, that Glenwood, that Candler Road, that Flat Shoals Riding round my top down, my year here, that's black bowl Everything pretty, pouring up dirty Presidential Rolly, cost about a birdie Trying to see a hundred M' by time I hit thirty Paint so wet, I pull up on out the girlies Four Gs on the rims, sunroof open Black can't see 'em, Ferragamo with the Tims I drank a lot of codeine and smoked a lot of dope You know I f** with Scooter, got them packs that filt with coke It's a beautiful day, I'm with this b**h from the Bay She given p**y with no problem, I f** every day You're living up your a**, that's what it was on the sail Been working hard for a long time, right now it's time to play The sun shining so bright, diamonds shining so bright That top down in the winter time, just thank God for the life My bills paid, n***a, I'm paid My crib laid, my b**h faded Decatur raised me, I'm a nineties baby Damn [Hook] [Verse 3: Young Scooter] Rick back home, make me feel so good Bro just did a seven, man, it's all good I gotta say f** the feds, do that for the hood We're millionaires now, we on billboards Everything I couldn't buy, now I can afford it Spin the powder around like the wheel of fortune Outta that crack pot I done made a fortune My partner PrimeTime told me stay focused My OG homie Pop told me keep it going I mastermind the block, I need a Grammy for it ??? Garden in New Jersey, remember that summer, homie Salute my real n***as, that's like a home for me