[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
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
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: Black Boe]
I'm talking about bad bitches, gold rollies
I'm talking about getting digits, them hoes know me
Niggas 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 shit 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
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
[Chorus: Young Scooter]
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: Black Boe]
I'm talking about bad bitches, gold rollies
I'm talking about getting digits, them hoes know me
Niggas 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 shit 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
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