Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Magic City Monday , by - Young Jeezy. Release date: 26.06.2016
Song language: English
Magic City Monday |
| Yeah, that truck backin' up |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa! |
| 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 foul 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 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 foul 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’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 |
| 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 foul 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 bitch 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 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 foul 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! |
| Hendrix! |