Magic (Remix) Future (Ft. T.I.)

[Intro: Future]
Pluto, Future
(K.E. on the Track) Hey!

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Tell you off the top, I'm bossed up
You ain't talking money, don't talk to us
I'm steady stacking that guap up
Ball harder than you when I'm locked up
You the type of nigga that pop up
When niggas rolling that kush, huh?
Got mine growing like grapevines
In the backyard, come look, bruh
I pull up, hop out
Bad hoes just pop out
Hating niggas better watch out
Still riding with that Glock out
My style so mean til it's hostile
And aggressive dawg, come check your dawg
Spend a couple of mill', no stress at all
Big bankroll, no checks at all
FYI, I'm flexing y'all
Game A1 professional
You small ball like golf balls
I'm basketball, go ask your broad
Tell her legs open sesame
Abracadabra, she wet for me
Like ta-da, voila
Gucci, Louie, Stravers, Prada, ah!