Big Tymers - Beautiful Life lyrics

[Chorus X2 (Jazze Pha) and Mannie Fresh)] (Its a beautiful life, colorful ice, fliest of hoes, spending the night) Beautiful! (I'm a Tymer baby, all my sh** be designer baby, it's a beautiful life!) [Verse 1: Mannie Fresh] I roll through your city they go who is that, In a brand new Baby Blue Cadillac, Truck two days old, with remote controls, Press the motherf**ing' bu*ton and the TV's fold, Out the top of the dash, shaking they a**, Tuck a lil' something and I show her some cash, I'm Mannie Fresh hoe, represent the "S", Cash Money Records n***a nothing but the best, Got a monster truck, sitting on 30's, f** the rap game 'cause I still push birdies, I'm hood rich b**h, you know who I are, They don't want to f** me they want to f** my car, Now wait a minute hold up mane get it straight, Ya dude push pebbles birdman push weight, And its so incredible the things he does, Take a project b**h from where she was, Clean her life up, wife her just because, We some motherf**ing pimps you b**h, [Chorus: x2] [Verse 2: Baby] Blastin' rounds when we moving these pounds, Counting cash out a shoe box, we getting it down, I'm holding my town, like a n***a on a mound, Or a crab out the bucket when me moving around I'm strong in the hood, steering wheel all wood, In the back of the lac the n***a played all good, I'm on my grizzy my nizzy to get this brand new crib, Behind this money its goin' be a f**ing k**in' I'm moving around uptown this how its going down, I'm coming through the hood for a billi k**in' b**h, Money is a must, hanging out at the club with hoes on motorbikes my n***a, That ghetto life, with these calls and brawls it ain't no love in my eyesight n***a A million in cash in the back of the dash and I'm the OG driving my n***a, [Chorus: x2] [Verse 3: Mannie Fresh] Yeah, got my root beer dickies on, With my motherf**ing diamond studded cell phone, I got cars to match these clothes, with some ignorant a** banged out project hoes, I'm dope boy fresh, I mean that b**h, that's gators on my waiter when he serving that sh**, And I'm coming through your hood, disrespecting y'all, Ba** turned up loud knocking pictures off the wall, [Verse 4: Baby] I'm riding gangster in a green Mercedes, throwing spinach out the window Mannie fresh and Baby, Icy whips with the gun on my hip, Bootin' up at you b**hes like "f** yall haters" (f** yall haters) So get straight or get this gun in your face, And f** around and be a whole 'nother k**ing, In the sky blue Bentley, 23's they spinnin', Big Money Heavyweight and we gettin' [Chorus: x2]