T.I. - Magic (feat. Future) Lyrics
[Verse 1: T.I.]Off the top I'm bossed upYou ain't talking money don't talk to usI'm steady stacking that guac upBall harder than you when I'm locked upYou the type of nigga that pop upWhen niggas rolling that kush, huhGot mine growing like grapevinesIn the back yard, come look, bruhI pull up, hop out, bad ho just pop outHating nigga better watch outStill riding with that Glock outMy style so mean til it's hostileAnd aggressive dawg, come check your dawgSpend a couple of mill, no stress at allBig bank roll, no checks at allFYI I'm flexing y'all, game A1 professionalYou small ball like golf ballsI basketball, go ask your broadTell her legs open sesameAbracadabra she wet for meLike ta-da, voila, Gucci, Louie, Stravers, Prada[Hook: Future]Fishtailing out the parking lot leaving MagicTwo bad *****es and I got 'em out of MagicThe way I made it work, disappear, call it magicSipping on the Purple and the Yellow, drinking MagicVoila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magic, voila, magicFishtailing out the parking lot leaving magicSipping on the Purple and Yellow, drinking Magic[Verse 2: Future]On my way to Aspen, I forgot to do my taxesCall up my accountant, he gon' make it do magicHad to get a driver just to drop me at the airportWay I smoked the Blunts man I burned 'em up like NewportFifty thousand dollars on superstar attireK.E. and Young Future bringing them fireAll this damn cash make a ***** wanna retireGotta drop a half a brick you wanna put me on a flyerExcuse me but my lingo crazySee these diamonds ain't none of 'em fugaziTwo bad *****es wanna ***** me the greatestAMG in a brand new MercedesTurn out the lot I'mma do a 180For the haters I'mma go ahead do it 360Drinking on a Sprite got Lean all in itI'm a astronaut nigga better church my pimping[Hook][Verse 3: Future]Billionaire boy that's true inspirationLearn to astronaut kid no such thing as limitationFlying down 20 in the mother*****ing spaceshipJust left Magic in the mother*****ing basementTwo *****es trailing in a Beemer out of GermanyGot a thing for me, don't want a thing from meThey like my energy, not my EmbassyI know tricks like Criss AngelI don't trick but I could make you famousYou could disappear from your past lifeYou'll reappear, no outta sightI'm Pluto talking, to Jimmy walking, when you walkingI used to be fly but now I'm hawkingI rose on Earth and now I'm sci-fi, voilaI stay high, my *****es on they high horseI double back like two cupsAnd crawl out in that new Porsche
