Magic City Monday (feat. Future & 2 Chainz)

Yeah

Uh, like the way this shit's soundin' right here, man

Beep, beep

Yeah, yeah, yeah, that truck backin' up

It's that truck backin' up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh

Yeah, the whole thing

Bitch, we ain't playin' 'bout that money

We got 'em wrapped up like a mummy

That Presidential lookin' sunny

Feel like a Magic City Monday

These **** hatin' on a player, holdin' their nuts on a player

They wanna see a **** fall out the game

Just know I stay smokin' good, steady ballin' on these suckers

Countin' paper, I suggest you do the same (Let's go)

Jizzle is the name, hustlin' is the game (All day, yeah)

Bought everything on the mannequin, money like a train

Might just walk up outta Neiman's and go buy me a plane

Black Drophead Phantom just to hog up all the lanes

If you don't think that's funny, then you don't owe me money

If you playin' 'bout this paper, then you don't know me, honey

The clique don't do no holsters, we standin' on the sofa

And we be in them Rolls's, the one's that come with chauffeurs

Who the fuck the DJ? He playin' all my hits

Said who them **** puttin' on? Bet they got all the bricks

Money's the agenda, we mix it like a blender

Got ten off in the fender with steps up in the center

Bitch, we ain't playin' 'bout that money

We got 'em wrapped up like a mummy

That Presidential lookin' sunny

Feel like a Magic City Monday

These **** hatin' on a player, holdin' their nuts on a player

They wanna see a **** fall out the game

Just know I stay smokin' good, steady ballin' on these suckers

Countin' paper, I suggest you do the same

Rest in peace, Nando, car full of ammo

Abracadabra, magic, Orlando

Hop up out the bando, hop up out the Lambo

Got my Cuban links on, they gon' need a passport

I'm doin' the dashboard, paid three hunnid cash for it

Used to have the glass like it came off the backboard

Came in the backdoor, skin color rim

Man, the bitch keep rubbin' on me, I'ma turn into a genie

Got that Magic City flow, got that money on the floor

I'm so close to the club, I damn near parked on the floor

It's a line at the door, **** lyin' at the door

Hit the hotel suite and put the sign on the door, uh

Bitch, we ain't playin' 'bout that money

We got 'em wrapped up like a mummy

That Presidential lookin' sunny

Feel like a Magic City Monday

These **** hatin' on a player, holdin' their nuts on a player

They wanna see a **** fall out the game

Just know I stay smokin' good, steady ballin' on these suckers

Countin' paper, I suggest you do the same

That's that check runnin' through the machine

I got the retail on 'em, by the time it get to you, it got detail on it

We got a fishscale on it, by the time it get to you, it got seashells on it

I gotta rush now, rockin' the Rollie and bust down

After I flooded my wrist, I go jump in your bitch and then go jump in a foreign

You know what I represent, everything I whip up and it gotta be foreign

We wrap it up like a mummy, finessin' and wrappin' up, dummy

I got a plug on the girl, but I know, I know you tellin'

I gotta shit on you first 'cause I know you jealous

I had to jump out the Porsche, now I'm fully developed

B-Baller status, absolutely, top back, no roof

They search around for the street fare

They'll never have a clue

Bitch, we ain't playin' 'bout that money

We got 'em wrapped up like a mummy

That Presidential lookin' sunny

Feel like a Magic City Monday

These **** hatin' on a player, holdin' their nuts on a player

They wanna see a **** fall out the game

Just know I stay smokin' good, steady ballin' on these suckers

Countin' paper, I suggest you do the same

(Let's go)

Super

Who you know run up the check like that?

Who you know run up the check like that?

Who you know run up a tab like that?

Hendrix, Hendrix, Hendrix, Hendrix

Hendrix, Hendrix, Hendrix