Magic City Money

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Spend that shit, blow that shit, this is how we play. Okay, Magic City Monday.

Yeah, yeah, Magic City Monday. What? Servin' everybody, yeah.

Y'all know what this is! I said, AC super coolin', pape be runnin' through it.

JD all that do, it's a motion picture movie.

Hold up, hold up. Hat back, guala, we got paid. Hold up, hold up. Fat kid love that cake.

ATL-N-A. Spend that shit, blow that shit, this is how we play.

Cart on my neck, but a house on my wrist. Bad lil' chick, number one, no pick.

AI clone can't ball like this. JD, J-Money ball like Swizz.

Need that shit right now, talkin' 'bout underlay. Chips on top of chips, more than Frito-Lay.

Pocket every slide, guala, havin' pape. JD and J-Money, ATL-N-A, okay!

She get Magic City money, uh. Trap got Magic City money, uh. Throwin'

Magic City money.

-On a Magic City Monday. -Eastside in this bitch, I'm going dumb.

I went whiter than peanut butter on that bomb.

I'm still ballin' in this bitch, I feel like John.

They like, "Sean Paul, where you been? " These niggas wrong.

I feel like Magic in my city with these ones.

I might go Vic, I might just run and throw these ones. Got a party pack of bean, let's have some fun.

Watch her transform when that pillie hit her tongue. She a Energizer bunny, she be going, going, going. Sean

Paul bounced up in this bitch, you know it's going, going, going.

Really having shit, I just be throwing, throwing, throwing.

On a Monday, blowing hundreds, -watch me throw, throw, throw. -It's a Monday, know we going to Magic

City. Strippers, bottles, big blunts, and bad bitches.

Off the Don Julio, done turned into a demon. Got some blood problems, but forever four seasons.

Hot as hell in Magic City, you will never feel AC.

I'm so ATL, you know I came up from the East. Tried to feed me lamb chops and I'm like, "Nah, I'll take some wings. "

Know my pockets ain't so sloppy, keep a card, this shit is neat.

And I'm like, "Spend that shit, throw that shit, boy, don't be scared.

" Give them girls your money, you can't keep it to yourself.

They got fucked up, but you know I never cared. A-T-L-A-N-T-A-G-A, I'm out of here.

We in Magic City on a Monday, throwing hella pape. Pockets extra sloppy like J-Money, I'm getting hella bank.

Blowing all this gas inside the club, we having extra night.

Shawty throw it back, that bitch so thick, she moving hella weight. Pop out with JD, uh-huh. Pull up on

J-Money like, "What you got for me? " Huh. All about the money, feel like my name

T. I. P. Play with mine, then R. I. P. I could be in Magic City, but I'd rather ride the

V. Look, and all my bitches pretty. He got money, we gon' spend it.

Cash, baby, time is ticking. If it's up, then we get with it.

Spend that bag and you can kick it. Don't want love? Stay out the business.

If we outside on a Monday, know -we deep in Magic City like. . .

-Need that shit right now, talkin' 'bout underlay. Chips on top of chips, more than Frito-Lay.

Pocket every slide, guala, havin' pape. JD and J-Money, ATL-N-A, okay!

She get Magic City money, uh. Trap got Magic City money, uh. Throwin'

Magic City money. On a Magic City Monday.