Magic Songtext
von Serious Black
Magic Songtext
Trial money on my neck
Lawyer money on my wrist
Bail money can′t forget
Dead man magic
I prefer paper
I don't like plastic
Take the body out and put the money in the casket
My eyes real low
Money real long
Car real big
Brawl real thick
Team real strong
And we rolling
Everybody strapped
Yeah we holding
Hopped out the five
Jumped in the six
Chain on my neck
Watch on my wrist
Everybody see us
Yeah we glowing
Look like money
And it′s showing
36 Souls fuck it throw it all in the pot
Pyrex king whip game like a car lot
Baseball money I'm a Yankee
A-Rod keep a bad bitch
That can give a mean blowjob
Cut the waves off
Now I'm down to a clean cut
Haters don′t like me they say I floss too much
Shorty want a Louis bag but it cost too much
Buy her one of those you know how much a dick she gon′ suck
I'm a baller baby so I gotta keep them big bucks
Big back dick big house with the big truck
716 Uptown nigga below
They ain′t gotta do it that's what they got me for
AK-47 or that damn Desert Eagle
Make a U-turn I′m bout to show 'em how this thing go
Windows rolled down lights out going real slow
Stop right there I′m hopping out
There that nigga go
My eyes real low
Money real long
Car real big
Brawl real thick
Team real strong
And we rolling
Everybody strapped
Yeah we holding
Hopped out the five
Jumped in the six
Chain on my neck
Watch on my wrist
Everybody see us
Yeah we glowing
Look like money
And it's showing
We don't call it money call it dead man magic
Big boy bank bitch you couldn′t even imagine
You a condo I′m a motherfucking mansion
AR-15 with the hundred round extension
Shine every time fool lights camera action
Jewels that will blind you I solar eclipse them
I love Monique I don't like Wendy Williams
If it ain′t broke then why the fuck she tryna fix it
I stick to the script take it back to the basics
Two turntables and a mic in the basement
Eyes real low and they red like a motherfucker
Black back out got 'em scared like a motherfucker
Yeah I′m strapped up I'm prepared like a motherfucker
Niggas running round here weird like a motherfucker
Real I salute you fake nigga fuck you
Upstate nigga and I change like the weather do
My eyes real low
Money real long
Car real big
Brawl real thick
Team real strong
And we rolling
Everybody strapped
Yeah we holding
Hopped out the five
Jumped in the six
Chain on my neck
Watch on my wrist
Everybody see us
Yeah we glowing
Look like money
And it′s showing
Trial money on my neck
Lawyer money on my wrist
Bail money can't forget
Dead man magic
I prefer paper
I don't like plastic
Take the body out and put the money in the casket
Lawyer money on my wrist
Bail money can′t forget
Dead man magic
I prefer paper
I don't like plastic
Take the body out and put the money in the casket
My eyes real low
Money real long
Car real big
Brawl real thick
Team real strong
And we rolling
Everybody strapped
Yeah we holding
Hopped out the five
Jumped in the six
Chain on my neck
Watch on my wrist
Everybody see us
Yeah we glowing
Look like money
And it′s showing
36 Souls fuck it throw it all in the pot
Pyrex king whip game like a car lot
Baseball money I'm a Yankee
A-Rod keep a bad bitch
That can give a mean blowjob
Cut the waves off
Now I'm down to a clean cut
Haters don′t like me they say I floss too much
Shorty want a Louis bag but it cost too much
Buy her one of those you know how much a dick she gon′ suck
I'm a baller baby so I gotta keep them big bucks
Big back dick big house with the big truck
716 Uptown nigga below
They ain′t gotta do it that's what they got me for
AK-47 or that damn Desert Eagle
Make a U-turn I′m bout to show 'em how this thing go
Windows rolled down lights out going real slow
Stop right there I′m hopping out
There that nigga go
My eyes real low
Money real long
Car real big
Brawl real thick
Team real strong
And we rolling
Everybody strapped
Yeah we holding
Hopped out the five
Jumped in the six
Chain on my neck
Watch on my wrist
Everybody see us
Yeah we glowing
Look like money
And it's showing
We don't call it money call it dead man magic
Big boy bank bitch you couldn′t even imagine
You a condo I′m a motherfucking mansion
AR-15 with the hundred round extension
Shine every time fool lights camera action
Jewels that will blind you I solar eclipse them
I love Monique I don't like Wendy Williams
If it ain′t broke then why the fuck she tryna fix it
I stick to the script take it back to the basics
Two turntables and a mic in the basement
Eyes real low and they red like a motherfucker
Black back out got 'em scared like a motherfucker
Yeah I′m strapped up I'm prepared like a motherfucker
Niggas running round here weird like a motherfucker
Real I salute you fake nigga fuck you
Upstate nigga and I change like the weather do
My eyes real low
Money real long
Car real big
Brawl real thick
Team real strong
And we rolling
Everybody strapped
Yeah we holding
Hopped out the five
Jumped in the six
Chain on my neck
Watch on my wrist
Everybody see us
Yeah we glowing
Look like money
And it′s showing
Trial money on my neck
Lawyer money on my wrist
Bail money can't forget
Dead man magic
I prefer paper
I don't like plastic
Take the body out and put the money in the casket
Writer(s): Robin A Thicke, James Gass, Paula Patton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

