| (feat. Lil' Flip & Big Shasta) | |
| [talking:] | |
| Yeah uh, Lil' Flip in the building nigga | |
| We talking bout lovely days, getting paid | |
| Puffing on that haze, g'eah | |
| Screwed Up Click, top of the charts nigga holla at em | |
| [Lil' Flip:] | |
| Yeah Ro, I think today a lovely day | |
| No vest, but my glock 40 tucked away | |
| I use to hustle yay, and watch for the one time | |
| Now I'm caked up, cause I spit punch lines | |
| My grandpa, had to show me how to be a man | |
| I use to watch him hustle hard, just to get a grand | |
| I got a plan to come up, and get mo' cheddar | |
| I know you mad, cause my Benz got a lil' leather | |
| I'm a go-getter, stacking my paper high | |
| I told Z-Ro when I met him, nigga I'ma ride | |
| We fuck them niggaz heads up, when this shit drop | |
| Cause y'all other niggaz, fucking up hip-hop | |
| I can't stop I won't stop, till I'm gone | |
| To all my niggaz locked up, I hope y'all come home | |
| That's why I'm praying everyday, when I wake up | |
| I look around, God blessed me with great stuff | |
| [Hook: x2] | |
| (A lovely daaaay), it's a lovely day | |
| A lovely day, a lovely day | |
| A lovely day, it's a lovely day | |
| A lovely, a lovely day | |
| [Z-Ro:] | |
| I must'a, woke up this morning on the right side of bed | |
| Cause I can't find nothing to bitch about, even though I'm low on bread | |
| And my partna Duke called me, and said he was coming over | |
| You know what that mean, them boys out the Clover ain't never sober | |
| Ding-dong Lil' Flip, Big Shasta and Den Den | |
| This look like a gangsta party to me, come on come in then | |
| We know we got a lot of haters, but we ain't tripping | |
| Cause we living how we wanna, live daily smoking and sipping | |
| When you see us out in public, we got dime pieces with us | |
| And we look like we chilling, but it's four or five pieces with us | |
| So chill homie, for real homie | |
| Cause you don't wanna die, and I don't wanna kill homie | |
| But I will homie I ride for Clover Geez, just like I ride for A.B.N. | |
| By sneaking up on the opposition, at any event any place they in | |
| Except for right now, cause all I wanna do is lay back | |
| In a 300 on 22's, or the living room inside a Maybach | |
| [Hook x2] | |
| [Lil' Flip:] | |
| Before I went platinum, ain't nobody wanna holla | |
| It was too many cheats, ain't nobody wanna follow | |
| So I had to make moves, on my own man | |
| I'm one of the few, Houston rappers with a home man | |
| Fifteen thousand square feet, bitch nigga | |
| Now that's the real definition, of a rich nigga | |
| Crocodile Air Force Ones, blue and gold | |
| I'm chilling, but if I got a problem you'll know | |
| [Z-Ro:] | |
| I'm living better now, the Gucci sweater now | |
| And that '71 Cadillac on swangas, hold a baretta down | |
| Laws already hate us, cause we young black men | |
| Especially cause we rappers, with tons of stacks to spend | |
| Haters do what they can, kings of the South do what they wanna do | |
| The drank is purple the pistol is chrome, and the marijuana blue | |
| In the county we wear orange, and state jail is white | |
| We don't rack up we act up, all motherfucking night | |
| [Big Shasta:] | |
| It's just the way I shine, in these city streets | |
| From the way I grind, so my family can eat | |
| When I make a my pay, it's a lovely day | |
| Lovely daaay | |
| [Hook x2] |