Magic City Monday - Young Jeezy (杨·吉兹)/Future/2 Chainz

Written by：Jay Jenkins/Dwayne Richardson/Ty Epps/Nayvadius Wilburn/Earl Simmons/Kasseem Dean

Yeah that truck backin' up

Yeah yeah yeah whoa

B**ch 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 ni**a 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 know 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 f**k 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

B**ch 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 ni**a 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 b**ch 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 niggas lyin' at the door

Hit the hotel suite and put the sign on the door

B**ch 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 ni**a fall out the game

Just know I stay smokin' good steady ballin' on these suckas

Countin' paper I suggest you do the same

Brrrrrrrrr

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

Walkthrough the rollie and bust down

After I flooded my wrist

I go jump in your b**ch and then jump in a foreign

You know what I represent

Everything I whip up yeah 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 sh*t 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

B**ch 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 ni**a 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

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