Artist: Future f/ T.I. Album: Pluto Song: Magic (Remix) Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Intro: Future] Pluto.. Future... {K.E. on the Track} HEY! [T.I.] Tell you off the top, I'm bossed up Yee ain't talkin money, don't talk us I'm steady stackin that guap up Ball harder than you when I'm locked up You the type a nigga just popped up when nigga rollin that kush, huh? Got mine growin like grapevines in the backyward, come look, brah I pull up, hop out Bad hoes just pop out Hatin niggaz better watch out Still ridin with that glock out My style so mean 'til it's hostile and aggressive dawg, come check ya dog Spend a couple mil, no stress at all Big bankroll, no checks at all FYI: I'm flexin, y'all Game A1 professional You small ball like y'all balls I'm basketball, go ask your broad 'til her legs open - sesame Abracadabra, she wet for me Like ta-da~! Voilą! Gucci, Louie, Stravers, Prada - AH! [Chorus: Future] Fishtailin out the parking lot, leavin Magic (Skerrrt~!) Two bad bitches and I got 'em outta Magic The way I make the work disappear, call it magic (Remix!) Sippin on the purple and the yellow, drinkin magic (Lean!) Voilą - magic, voilą - magic (Straight up..) Voilą - magic, voilą - magic Fishtailin out the parking lot, leavin Magic Sippin on the purple and the yellow, drinkin magic [Future] On my way to Aspen, I forgot to do my taxes Call on my accountant, he gon' make it do magic Had to get a driver just to drop me at the airport (For what?) Way I smoke the blunts, man, I burn 'em up like Newports Fif' thou in Auto Zone, superstar attire K.E. and Young Future bringin 'em fire All this damn cash make a bitch wanna retire (Turn it up) Gotta drop a half a brick, you wanna put me on the flyer (Future) Excuse me but my name go crazy, see these diamonds, ain't none of 'em fugazi Two bad bitches wanna fuck me the greatest, a O.G. and a brand new Mercedes Turned out a lot, I'ma do a 180, for the haters I'ma gon' 'head and do a 360 Trickin on the Sprite, got lean all in it I'm an astronaut nigga, better church my pimpin [Chorus] [Future] Billionaire boy, that's a true inspiration I'm the astronaut kid, no such thing as limitation (Bass) Ridin down 20 in the muh'fuckin spaceship (Takeoff!) Just left Magic in a muh'fuckin day shift (Skerrrt!) Two bitch trailin in a Beamer out of Germany Got a thing for the haters, don't wanna sing for the haters, not my energy, I'm a embassy I know tricks like Criss Angel, I don't trick but I could make you famous You would disappear from your past life, you a rare pair, go outta sight I'm Pluto talkin, Jimi walkin, when you walkin, I used to be fly But now I'm hawkin, I was on earth and now I'm sci-fi - Voilą~! I stay high, my bitch is on they high horse I double barrel like two cups and pull out of that new Porshe (SKEEEEERT~!) {*VROOM*} [Chorus]