Magic City Gunna & Future (Ft. Young Scooter)

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Let the money fly, let the money fly
Let the money fly, let the money fly
I'm talkin' Magic City money like it's '05
Let the money fly, let the money fly

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Racks, racks, racks, racks (Yeah)
Racks, throw it up (Yeah)
Racks, throw it up (Let's go)
Why I do this? We got a good car then a Rolls truck (Rolls)
She a pretty freak, I let her tippin', no slut (Pretty freak)
I got plenty, Gunna Wunna, she too skinny (Uh, uh)
Make her shakin' for these pennies
Shit blue Benjis, wе ain't stingy (Stingy)
Let her fly to London, go right back to Magic City (Uh, uh, uh)
This jacket bеloved Dior, but I might go back to rockin' Fendi (Fendi)
Let the money fly (Money fly)
Let the money fly (Yeah)
He can't do no show right here, he don't wanna die (Uh)
Twenty million signer deal, I stopped bein' shy (I stopped bein' shy)
Listen to me and cry, let that money fly (Yeah)

[Chorus: Young Scooter]
Let the money fly, let the money fly
Let the money fly, let the money fly
I'm talkin' Magic City money like it's '05
Let the money fly, let the money fly