2 Chainz - Magic City Monday lyrics

(Intro – Jeezy) Yeah, that truck backing up Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa! (Chorus – Jeezy) Bi**h we ain’t playing bout that money We got em wrapped up like a mummy That Presidential looking sunny Feel like a Magic City Monday These ni**as hating on a playa, holding their nuts on a playa They wanna see a ni**a fall out the game Just know I stay smoking good, steady balling on these s**as Counting paper, I suggest you do the same (Verse 1 – Jeezy) Jizzle is the name, hustling 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 playing bout this paper, then you don’t know me, honey The clique don’t do no holsters, we standing on the sofa And we be in them Rolls, the ones that come with chauffeurs Who the f**k the DJ? He playing all my hits Say who them ni**as putting 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 (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 2 – 2 Chainz) 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 pa**port I’m doing the dashboard, paid $300 cash for it Used to have the gla** like it came out the backboard Came in the backdoor, skin color rim Man the bi**h keep robbing 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, ni**as lying at the door Hit the hotel suite and put the sign on the door (Repeat Chorus) (Verse 3 – Future) That’s that check running 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-through the Rollie and bust down After I flooded my wrist I go jump in your bi**h 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 Finessing and wrapping up dummy I got a plug on the girl But I know, I know you telling I gotta s**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 (Repeat Chorus) (Outro – Future) 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!