[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Rubberband on my hundo
Honeygrams for my condo
Your girl love my convo, stood in line for my Concords
Encore! Gave that bitch an encore
Fucked me like a freshman, but
That ass just so sophomore
Said she got that Glock in line
Yeah, what's your GPA
I'm in my Chevy bangin like I'm out of East LA
Them bricks be jumping fast
Call me a Chick-Fil-A
Your girl, I cut her ass just like I did today
If you dream it, live it
We young n***as living
YSL duffle, already know what's in it
I see No Limits: make em say uhh!
I see no n***as with this 100 round drum
Pullin out the club, you know I handle mine
Takin all these hatin n***as' bitches every time
Had to pop the trunk, pull out the chopper like it's magic
50 grand on my lap, poof! Like it's magic

[Chorus: Future]
Fishtailin' out the parkin' lot, leavin' Magic
2 bad bitches and I got 'em out of Magic
The way I make the work disappear, call it magic
Sippin on the purple, any other drink magic
Voila! Magic
I'm awake ? cause I forgot to do my taxes
Called my accountant, he gonna make you do magic
? driver tell him drop me at the airport
The way y'all smoke the blunts ?
50,000 dollars on a suit, scarf and tie
KE and young Future bringing down the fire