[Verse 1: T.I.]
Off top I'm bossed up
You ain't talking money don't talk us
I'm steady stacking that guap up
Ball harder dan you when I'm locked up
You type of nigga dat pop up
When niggas rolling that kush huh
Got mine growing like grapevines
In the backyard, come look, bro
I pull up, hop out
Bad hoes just pop out
Hating nigga better watch out
Still riding with dat glock out
My style so mean til it's hostile
Aint aggressive dawg come check it dawg
Spend a couple of mills, no stress at all
Big bank roll no checks at all
FYI I'm flexin yall
Game ain't won professional
You small ball like golfballs
I basketball, go ask your broad
Tell her legs open says me
Abracadabra, she wet for me
Like ta-da, voila
Gucci, Louie, Stravers, Prada, AHH!
[Chorus:]
Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot
Leavin' Magic
Two bad b*tches & I got 'em out of magic
The way I make that work - disappear call it magic
Sipping on the purple and the yellow drinking magic.
Wala magic, walla! Magic, wala! Magic, wala! Magic
Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot
Leavin' Magic
Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic.
[Verse 2: Future]
On my way to Aspen, I forgot to do my taxes
Call up my accountant, he gone make it to magic
Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport (For What??)
The way I smoked the blunts man I burned 'em up like Newport (Smoke up)
$50,000 on a superstar's attire (Design!)
KE & Young Future bringin' them the fire
All this damn cash make a b*tch wanna retire
Gotta drop a half a brick you wanna put me on a flyer
'Cuse me but my lingo crazy
See these diamonds ain't none of 'em forgave me
Two bad b*tches wanna f*ck me the greatest
Aye Young G in a brand new Mercedes
Turn out the lot Imma do a 180
For the haters Imma gone 'head & do a 360
Drinkin' on Sprite got lean all day
Imma Astronaut N*gga better church my pimpin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Future]
Billionaire boy that's true inspiration
Learned the Astronaut Kid no such thing as limitation
Flyin' down 20 in the mothaf*ckin' spaceship
Just left Magic in the mothaf*ckin' dayship?
Two b*tches trailin', gotta thing for me,
Don't wanna sing for me, they like my energy, imma embassy
I know tricks like Cris Angel
I on trick but I could make you famous
You could disappear from yo past life
You a real pimp no outta sight
Im Pluto talkin', Jimmy walkin' when you walkin'
I used to be fly but now I'm hawkin'
I was an Earthlin' now I'm sifi
Voila I stay High
My b*tches on they high horse
I double back like two cups
& pull out in that new Porshe
[Chorus]
[Verse 1: T.I.]
Off top I'm bossed up
You ain't talking money don't talk us
I'm steady stacking that guap up
Ball harder dan you when I'm locked up
You type of nigga dat pop up
When niggas rolling that kush huh
Got mine growing like
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