Magnificent lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug & sample]
What the f*ck, you ready?
Alright, alright
What the f*ck, you ready?
We got London On Da Track
What the f*ck, you ready?
Alright, alright, alright!
Thugger!

[Bridge]
My birth certificate say I'm so magnificent
School? Didn't attend it 'cause they think I'm so magnificent
Head bigger 'cause my b*tch say she magnificent
Hundred percent I cashed out when I bought my Bentleys
I've been grinding since I came up off the porch
She want me to pull the string and see if I'm so important
Not a toy, baby girl, I got a little boy
Aye (Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo!)

[Verse 1]
I am magnificent, I'm cookin' chickens, and my neck is red like a hen
I told that little b*tch that she not gon' win, and I told her to go hit it in
Choppers gon' chop, and I swear to God I am a slime, I'ma shoot at your spin
Watches on watches got timing on timing, I just might bring Flava Flava in
Caught me a big ol' lil body, lil b*tch, and you know it's the Benz
Suck on my di*k, baby, suck on my di*k 'til you got a big chin
Soon as I f*ck on your ho, boy, you know I'm gon' make her back bend
Cookies, I roll it, I roll it, got fish scale, but I don't got baits
These little b*tches know that I am the future plus I'm holdin' weight
I pulled up, hop out the 'Rarri, now they tailgating
I might keep my hands down, let my jewelry wave
[Hook]
Bling, bling, bling, I iced out my team
If you ain't sayin' that nice, my n*gga, what the f*ck you mean?
I live it up, it's not the same
I like my b*tch brown like sugar cane (Woah, woah, hey!)

[Verse 2]
Eat that pus*y 'til I throw up
I got water out in Florida
Lil mama know I can't cuff her
f*ck cleaning, I'm a buffer
My diamonds black like a muffler
My b*tch a gnat, and I trust her
f*ck n*gga, you're pie, a custard
He got lames rhymes, no Busta
I'm like, "n*gga, b*tch, I'm too fly for this sh*t"
Got a lot of n*ggas on the block that'll do or die for this sh*t
Got a lot of b*tches out in Follies that'll come around with my clique
Nutted on the b*tch's panties, she told her old man it was spit
Baby lil girl you know YSL is the realest they get
b*tch I'm on fire, fire, the best fire like a Bic
I want to know where it's at, and I swear to God, I'ma go get it
Turned up my birds in my words, and now I'm 'bout fly as a pigeon
Hop in my coup, and I brrrp the ceiling
My b*tch, she rich and black like Oprah Winfrey
5-4-3-2-1, there go both her pimps
I like white meat, baby, pass me a little sugar
Hey, thirty two on my hip
Woah, no hole but I'ma let it rip
Or you could throw it off of the ship
[Hook]
Bling, bling, bling, I iced out my team
If you ain't sayin' that nice, my n*gga, what the f*ck you mean?
I live it up, it's not the same
I like my b*tch brown like sugar cane (Hey, hey, woah!)

[Outro]
Monica, I like you, and I love your persona
Come with me, I'll buy you hair by the bundle
We go back and forth just like a runner
Lay beside you keep you warm like a mama
I don't want to keep discussing none of these lil numbers
I just want to feed you this candy like a Mamba
Bah kaw, kackaw kaw!