[Intro: Young Thug & sample]
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!

[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 bitch 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 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, 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 bitch, and you know it's 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 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 bitches 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***a, what the fuck you mean?
I live it up, it's not the same
I like my bitch brown like sugar cane (Woah, woah, hey!)

[Verse 2]
Eat that pussy 'til I throw up
I got water out in Florida
Lil mama know I can't cuff her
Fuck cleaning, I'm a buffer
My diamonds black like a muffler
My bitch a gnat, and I trust her
Fuck n***a, you're pie, a custard
He got lames rhymes, no Busta
I'm like, "N***a, bitch, I'm too fly for this shit"
Got a lot of n***as on the block that'll do or die for this shit
Got a lot of bitches out in Follies that'll come around with my clique
Nutted on the bitch's panties, she told her old man it was spit
Baby lil girl you know YSL is the realest they get
Bitch 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 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 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***a, what the fuck you mean?
I live it up, it's not the same
I like my bitch 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!