Magic City Monday

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 niggas hatin' on a playa, holdin' their nuts on a playa They wanna see a nigga fall out the game Just know I stay smokin' good, steady ballin' on these suckas Countin' paper, I suggest you do the same Jizzle is the name, hustlin' is the game Bought everything on the mannequin, money like a train Might just walk up out of 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, the ones that come with chauffeurs Who the fuck the DJ? He playin' all my hits Say who them niggas 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 niggas hatin' on a playa, holdin' their nuts on a playa They wanna see a nigga fall out the game Just know I stay smokin' good, steady ballin' on these suckas 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 $300 cash for it Used to have the glass like it came out the backboard Came in the backdoor, skin color rim Man the bitch keep rubbin' on me, I'mma 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, niggas lyin' at the door Hit the hotel suite and put the sign on the door 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 niggas hatin' on a playa, holdin' their nuts on a playa They wanna see a nigga fall out the game Just know I stay smokin' good, steady ballin' on these suckas Countin' paper, I suggest you do the same Brrrr 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 that fishscale on it By the time it get to you it got seashells on it I get a rush now Walk with the Rollie and bust down After I flooded my wrist I go jump in your bitch and then 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 off the porch, now I'm fully developed 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 niggas hatin' on a playa, holdin' their nuts on a playa They wanna see a nigga fall out the game Just know I stay smokin' good, steady ballin' on these suckas Countin' paper, I suggest you do the same 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!