Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Magic City Monday, artist - Young Jeezy.
Date of issue: 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! |