Magic City Monday Jeezy (Ft. 2 Chainz & Future)
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[Intro: Jeezy]
Yeah, that truck backin' up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa!
[Hook: Jeezy]
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
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
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
Yeah, that truck backin' up
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa!
[Hook: Jeezy]
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
[Verse 1: Jeezy]
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
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