作词 : Lewis Hughes/Vincent Staples/Dexter Wansel/Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacob Wilkinson-Smith/Nicholas Audino/Theodore Life 作曲 : Lewis Hughes/Vincent Staples/Dexter Wansel/Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacob Wilkinson-Smith/Nicholas Audino/Theodore Life 作词 : Lewis Hughes/Vincent Staples/Dexter Wansel/Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacob Wilkinson-Smith/Nicholas Audino/Theodore Life 作曲 : Lewis Hughes/Vincent Staples/Dexter Wansel/Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacob Wilkinson-Smith/Nicholas Audino/Theodore Life Mustard on the beat, hoe Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened If I gave a **** about a citch, I'd always be broke I'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door But that's old news, spreading love now Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds Niggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin' Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin' Movin' mountains, **** who I was stumpin' down with Gunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics So janky, know them niggas down the street still hate me Hope lil baby know that she can't play me Dumb hoe, love cost but the game free, dumb hoe Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened Crip and blood shit That's the only thing I ever been in love with it So I hope he know we never goin' public Hands full so I can't hold grudges, nah I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin' Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' shit But see us and they don't do nothin' Ah, put it on the dead locs They know I been 'bout it-'bout it since the get-go If I hit the corner quick and better get low You ain't with it nigga, what you from the set for? I just wanna be successful You won't never ever see me with my head low Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto Handed me a thirty-eight and told me I was special, norf Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened See when you come from nothing, make it into something, I call that luck But when you come from where we come from, I call that magic And when you get two niggas from different sides of the city, to do something like this, I guess you could call that magic Getting off of Section 8, welfare Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets, that's magic Let me know what's magic to you, yeah
作词 : Lewis Hughes/Vincent Staples/Dexter Wansel/Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacob Wilkinson-Smith/Nicholas Audino/Theodore Life 作曲 : Lewis Hughes/Vincent Staples/Dexter Wansel/Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacob Wilkinson-Smith/Nicholas Audino/Theodore Life 作词 : Lewis Hughes/Vincent Staples/Dexter Wansel/Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacob Wilkinson-Smith/Nicholas Audino/Theodore Life 作曲 : Lewis Hughes/Vincent Staples/Dexter Wansel/Dijon Mcfarlane/Jacob Wilkinson-Smith/Nicholas Audino/Theodore Life Mustard on the beat, hoe Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened If I gave a **** about a citch, I'd always be broke I'd never get to pull up in a Benz with my locs Growin' up, we was poor, so we hopped off that porch With a gun, tryna blow, tryna kick down your door But that's old news, spreading love now Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds Niggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow Funny style, hate to see a nigga smilin' Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin' Movin' mountains, **** who I was stumpin' down with Gunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics So janky, know them niggas down the street still hate me Hope lil baby know that she can't play me Dumb hoe, love cost but the game free, dumb hoe Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened Crip and blood shit That's the only thing I ever been in love with it So I hope he know we never goin' public Hands full so I can't hold grudges, nah I be thuggin', jumpin' out the backseat bustin' Everybody we be beefin' with be sayin' that they bleedin' shit But see us and they don't do nothin' Ah, put it on the dead locs They know I been 'bout it-'bout it since the get-go If I hit the corner quick and better get low You ain't with it nigga, what you from the set for? I just wanna be successful You won't never ever see me with my head low Momma met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto Handed me a thirty-eight and told me I was special, norf Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened Feeling like I'm floating to the ceiling, is it magic? Baby, tell me why you disappearin', this is magic I won't ever tell 'em how I did it, it was magic Can you imagine? Money in the mattress, love the way I stack it I can make it rain blue hundreds, can you catch it? If somebody come through bluffin', I'ma blast 'em And tell the police I don't know what happened See when you come from nothing, make it into something, I call that luck But when you come from where we come from, I call that magic And when you get two niggas from different sides of the city, to do something like this, I guess you could call that magic Getting off of Section 8, welfare Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets, that's magic Let me know what's magic to you, yeah
