What the fuck, you ready?
Alright, alright
What the fuck, you ready?
We got London On Da Track
What the fuck, you ready?
Alright, alright, alright!
Thugger!
My birth certificate say Im so magnificent
School? Didnt attend it cause they think Im so magnificent
Head bigger cause my bitch say she magnificent
Hundred percent I cashed out when I bought my Bentleys
Ive been grinding since I came up off the porch
She want me to pull the string and see if Im so important
Not a toy, baby girl, I got a little boy
Aye 
I am magnificent, Im cookin chickens, and my neck is red like a hen
I told that little bitch 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, Ima 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 bitch, and you know its the Benz
Suck on my dick, baby, suck on my dick til you got a big chin
Soon as I fuck on your ho, boy, you know Im gon make her back bend
Cookies, I roll it, I roll it, got fish scale, but I dont got baits
These little bitches know that I am the future plus Im holdin weight
I pulled up, hop out the Rarri, now they tailgating
I might keep my hands down, let my jewelry wave
Bling, bling, bling, I iced out my team
If you aint sayin that nice, my nigga, what the fuck you mean?
I live it up, its not the same
I like my bitch brown like sugar cane 
Eat that pussy til I throw up
I got water out in Florida
Lil mama know I cant cuff her
Fuck cleaning, Im a buffer
My diamonds black like a muffler
My bitch a gnat, and I trust her
Fuck nigga, youre pie, a custard
He got lames rhymes, no Busta
Im like, Nigga, bitch, Im too fly for this shit
Got a lot of niggas on the block thatll do or die for this shit
Got a lot of bitches out in Follies thatll come around with my clique
Nutted on the bitchs panties, she told her old man it was spit
Baby lil girl you know YSL is the realest they get
Bitch Im on fire, fire, the best fire like a Bic
I want to know where its at, and I swear to God, Ima go get it
Turned up my birds in my words, and now Im bout fly as a pigeon
Hop in my coup, and I brrrp the ceiling
My bitch, 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 Ima let it rip
Or you could throw it off of the ship
Bling, bling, bling, I iced out my team
If you aint sayin that nice, my nigga, what the fuck you mean?
I live it up, its not the same
I like my bitch brown like sugar cane 
Monica, I like you, and I love your persona
Come with me, Ill 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 dont want to keep discussing none of these lil numbers
I just want to feed you this candy like a Mamba
Bah kaw, kackaw kaw!