Tell ya Off top I´m bossed up, you ain´t talking money don´t talk to us
I´m steady stacking that guap up
Ball harder den you when I´m locked up
You type of nigga just pop up
When niggas rolling that kush huh
Got mine growing like grape vines
In the backyard, come look, bruh
I pull up, hop out, bad hoes just pop out
Hatin´ niggas better watch out, still riding with that glock out
My style so mean it´s hostile And aggressive dawg come check it dawg
Spend a couple mils, no stress at all
Big bank roll no checks at all
FYI I´m flexin ya´ll game ain´t won professional
You small ball like golf ball
I basketball, go ask your broad
Til´ her legs open sesame
Abracadabra, she wet for me
Like ta-ra, voila, gucci louie strappers prada, ah

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Fishtailin´ out the parkin´ lot
Leavin´ magic
Two bad bitches & 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.
Fishtailin´ out the parkin´ lot
Leavin´ magic
Two bad bitches & I got ´em out of magic
The way I make that work- disappear call magic
Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic.
Voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic, voila! magic
Fishtailin´ out the parkin´ lot
Leavin´ magic

Sipping on the purple and yellow drinking magic.
On my way to aspen, I forgot to do my taxes
Call up my accountant, he gone make it do 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 bitch 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 bitches wanna fuck me the greatest
Aye young g in a brand new mercedes
Turn out the lot I´m a do a 180
For the haters I´m a gone ´head & do a 360
Drinkin´ on sprite got lean all day
I´m a astronaut nigga better church my pimpin´

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Billionaire boy that´s true inspiration
Learned the astronaut kid no such thing as limitation
Flyin´ down 20 in the mothafuckin´ spaceship
Just left magic in the mothafuckin´ (dayship?)
Two bitches trailin´ in a beamer outta Germany
Gotta thing for me, don´t wanna sing for me, they like my energy, I´m a embassy
I know tricks like cris angel
Ion trick but I could make you famous
You could disappear from yo past life
You a real pill no outta sight
I´m 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
While I, I stay high]
My bitches on they high horse
I double back like two cups
And pull out in that new porshe

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