Magic Lyrics

When it comes to the money, I bag it

Dishing the work like it's magic

Fly like Aladin , too many Glocks it get tragic

I can't stand a broke bitch, I hate that with a passion

Got the QB vision, making plays like in Madden

Tryna stay out the way, put my fam in a mansion

And I rock out the show like I'm Marilyn Manson

These niggas be cap they don't really wanna talk about gunplay

Catch him while you prayin', ruin your Sunday

I can catch you in traffic, ruin' your Monday

I got a bad bitch, she walk the runway

I got a model, she splittin' the bill

This ain't social media shit really real

Yeah I hear all the talk but I'm tryna get a mil

Wear my heart on my sleeve, they don't know how it feel

Wear my heart on my sleeve, they don't know how it go

I just stay out of the drama it fuck up the flow

I'm feelin' like Sonic collectin' the Os

Up in Charlotte at Onyx, I'm bagging the hoes

I was gone for a minute, I had to stay low

I ain't new to the scene, I can hang with the pros

DC plug, he be callin' me moe

Stay with that bag if you know then you know

Yeah, I'm high off a eighth I'm just tryna get my mind right

Stay ten toes down and pop out when the time right

I lay down the tracks and make sure they aligned right

I don't trust no one, I realized that hindsight

Too many people I cut out in my life

The geekin' online always tryna get a highlight

I'm back in my zone, but it feel like the twilight

Gone off the Don, it be blurrin' my eyesight

When I step in the building, they eyein' me down

I'm smellin' like loud, I'm high as a cloud

No randoms allowed, these niggas be clowns

They think they a king, well, I'm takin' the crown

Tryna play with my bread then you not gettin' found

Young nigga from Maryland, changin' the sound

I feel like the man when I slide in the town

You can't stop the wave, so you might as well drown

Uh, yeah, yeah

When it comes to the money, I bag it

Dishing the work like it's magic

Fly like Aladin , too many Glocks it get tragic

I can't stand a broke bitch, I hate that with a passion

Got the QB vision, making plays like in Madden

Tryna stay out the way, put my fam in a mansion

And I rock out the show like I'm Marilyn Manson

These niggas be cap they don't really wanna talk about gunplay

Catch him while he prayin', ruin his Sunday

I can catch you in traffic, ruin' your Monday

I got a bad bitch, she walk the runway

I got a model, she splittin' the bill

This ain't social media shit really real

Yeah I hear all the talk but I'm tryna get a mil

Wear my heart on my sleeve, they don't know how it feel