Magazine Lyrics

Ar 15 banana magazine

I picked my new bitch right out the magazine

Bitch I'm jack the giant I got magic beans

I got drugs stuffed in lil figurines

I don't need no pussy bitch I need the cream

All I want is cash I'm a money fiend

All I do for fun is stuff it in my jeans

I cant even chill cuz my phone a ring

Aye

I need someone to love me

Someone that's gone cum outside and ride and sell some drugs wit me

Someone that's gone count that money fast I got lots of cash

Someone that's gone fucc and suck me gudd wit her nasty ass

Someone that's gone drive while I'm airing out somebody block

Someone that's gone be my trap queen like I'm Fetty Wap

Someone that's gone watch me kill a nigga and wont tell me stop

Huh

Bitch my pockets is on creatine

I was coppin' bricks when I was 17

8 ball stuffed in tangerines

Ounces I put in cans of beans (Huh)

I got the purest shit u ever seen

Laundromat is where my money clean my money green

I got that money on a GPS that money pinged

U can cum and get some money bae we on a team

Aye

I need someone to love me

Someone that's gone cum outside and ride and sell some drugs wit me

Someone that's gone count that money fast I got lots of cash

Someone that's gone fucc and suck me gudd wit her nasty ass

Someone that's gone drive while I'm airing out somebody block

Someone that's gone be my trap queen like I'm Fetty Wap

Someone that's gone watch me kill a nigga and wont tell me stop