Magic (feat. T.I.) - Remix

Pluto
Future
(K.E. on the Track)
Hey

Tell ya off top, I'm bossed up
You ain't talkin' money, don't talk to us
I'm steady stackin' that guap up
Ball harder than you when I'm locked up

You the type of nigga just pop up
When niggas rollin' that kush, huh?
Got mine growin' 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 ridin' with that Glock out
My style so mean 'til it's hostile

And aggressive, dawg, come check ya dawg
Spend a couple mils, no stress at all
Big bank roll, no checks at all
FYI I'm flexin, y'all, game A1, professional

You small ball like golf balls
I basketball, go ask your broad
Tell her legs "open sesame"
Abracadabra, she wet for me

Like ta-da, voilà
Gucci, Louis, Stravers, Prada, ah

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot, leavin' Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I make that work disappear, call it magic
Sippin' on the purple and the yellow, drinkin' magic

Voilà, magic
Voilà, magic
Voilà, magic
Voilà, magic

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot, leavin' Magic
Sippin' on the purple and the yellow, drinkin' magic

On my way to Aspen, I forgot to do my taxes (hold on)
Call up my accountant, he gon' make it do magic (magic)
Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport (for what?)
Way I smoked the blunts, man, I burned 'em up like Newport (smoke up)

$50,000 on a superstar's attire (design)
K.E. & Young Future bringin' 'em the fire (woo)
All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire (turn up)
Gotta drop a half a brick, you wanna put me on a flyer (Future)

'Scuse me, but my lingo crazy
See these diamonds? Ain't none of 'em fugazi
Two bad bitches wanna fuck me, the greatest
AMG in a brand-new Mercedes

Turn out the lot, I'ma do a 180
For the haters, I'ma gon' 'head and do a 360
Drinkin' on a Sprite, got lean all in it
I'm a astronaut, nigga, better trust my pimpin'

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot, leavin' Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I make that work disappear, call it magic
Sippin' on the purple and the yellow, drinkin' magic

Voilà, magic
Voilà, magic
Voilà, magic
Voilà, magic

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot, leavin' Magic
Sippin' on the purple and the yellow, drinkin' magic

Billionaire boy, that's a true inspiration
I'm the astronaut kid, no such thing as limitation
Ridin' down 20 in the mothafuckin' spaceship
Just left Magic in the mothafuckin' basement

Two bitches trailing in a Bimmer outta Germany
Gotta thing for me, don't wanna sing for me
They like my energy, I'm a embassy

I know tricks like Criss Angel
I don't trick but I could make you famous
You could disappear from yo' past life
You'll reappear, 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 Earthling now I'm Sci-Fi — voilà

I stay high
My bitches on they high horse
I double back like two cups
And pull out in that new Porsche

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot, leavin' Magic
Two bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I make that work disappear, call it magic
Sippin' on the purple and the yellow, drinkin' magic

Voilà, magic
Voilà, magic
Voilà, magic
Voilà, magic

Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot, leavin' Magic
Sippin' on the purple and the yellow, drinkin' magic