Magnificent

[Intro: Rick Ross] Baby you a true thoroughbred, a born winner I expect you to be magnificent It's the boss It gets no better than this [Hook: John Legend] Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with, two M's in it This pimpin' is so magnificent Stop dreamin' it - I'm livin' it! Oh I, I can show you Show you better than I can tell you Oh I, I can show you Oh I, oh I, oh I [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm the Magnificent with a sensational style Far from being shallow cause she caught me with a smile Try to figure out my style, baby that'll take a minute But if all we got is time, you can't be actin' timid So we back to playin' tennis, meaning goin' back and forth She the one that I adore, so I tried to enter raw Conscience intervenes, concentrating on my cream I'm the king, make a move, pawns all the way to Queens I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm a G I'm a CEO, which means that I profit off of me All white tees, still rocking my Nike Airs Fresh outta flight school, cause I'm fly right here Ain't nothin' free, I'm chargin' to breathe air If it's not on Maybach, really who the hell cares? My money long, my nigga my money strong If you ain't gettin' money that mean you done somethin' wrong (Boss!) [Hook] [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm the Magnificent with a sensational style Down to all of my automobiles, with no miles Yellow Corvettes, black rally stripes And I never phone ahead, all she do is hear the pipes Project bitches, upscale kittens Fuck her for a minute, that night we countin' digits Maybach money so I always had a vision I would always tell my niggas but, ain't nobody listened! Words work magic, haters wreak havoc Ain't nothin' on my back, but the delicates of fabrics I made a transition from the thieves To the biggest executive Def Jam's ever seen Lyor's dream, Sean John suit And a S. Dot ring, Chandon for my crew Bad hoes in pursuit, Masspike on a two Gunplay he a glue, goon with a attitude, holla! [Hook] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm the Magnificent with a sensational style When I decorate a home, marble flowing like the Nile Nigga you a clown, here's the number you should dial Yeah it start with 305, but we end at four pound "Sak pase" to Zoe Pound, for lifers in O-Town All them Carol City killers, they're liking it broke down Money is a must, tommy guns on a bus Allan Zamren on the case, so you know what you could suck Wear red all the time, but really I'm color blind Wanna catch my attention nigga? Throw up a dollar sign One time for the Crips, young G's buyin' cribs And I smoke wit Vice Lords when I visit Mississip' The game never change, money still a focal But it's time to rape the game, like Puffy did Total Like Rev Run in the tub, still smokin' In memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland [Hook]