Magellanic lyrics

by

Quality Control, Quavo & City Girls


[Part 1]

[Intro]
Uhhh, uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
DJ Durel
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yes sir!

[Verse 1]
Big bank on me b*tch, watch, I pop sh*t (Pop)
Mob with the clique, take a trip, this that real sh*t (Real)
Pulled a whip out the garage for the camera flicks (Skrrt, skrrt)
Jewelry heist, all my jewelry bite, ain't no camera tricks (Ice)
A pound of Perc', and four pints of syrup, that's my travel kit (Lean)
That chopper worse, on my side of turf, this that magic stick
I took that risk and we did it first, now we filthy rich, ugh (Now we filthy rich)

[Part 2]

[Chorus]
Rich n*gga but I need a rich bad b*tch (b*tch)
Make a broke n*gga sick and pay a broke b*tch rent (b*tch)
I'm a trap n*gga, b*tch, I ain't your f*ckin' Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star b*tch take a seat right on the bench

[Verse 2]
So many pounds in the vicinity, the room got a stench (Ew)
Way up top, don't f*ck with many
Smoking green, no, not The Grinch (Cookie)
When you're gettin' a lot of paper, real or fake, can't tell from which
Put them brands on my fist and put Celine on my b*tch
Flip the switch, take a pic, want that bag? Take a risk
I got ice, live the life, I got cash, that's a lick
They got stripes, wrong or right, they gon' blast with the sh*t
f*ck the tab, make 'em mad, when I spazz, they get sick
I spent a dime on the coat and bought some lines for your ho (Lines)
Put that Patek out the window, turn that rain into snow
I never changed, only thing I left is change at the store
They know the gang, they don't even ask for names where we go
From the Nawf, used to kick a door, it was me and 'Cho ('Cho)
From the bando, now we toppin' charts on Billboard
For the check, had to grip the Tek, it was me and 'Set (Yeah)
A n*gga did a lotta sh*t, but we ain't gon' speak on that (Shh)
I don't post a lotta sh*t, 'cause I don't like the internet (Nah)
And these n*ggas ain't stoppin' sh*t, it's free smoke, they can catch contact (Smoke)
You lookin', it ain't hard to find with all these chains and these baguettes (Ice)
I drip, don't care 'bout takin' pictures when these n*ggas post every pic (No cap)
[Chorus]
Rich n*gga but I need a rich bad b*tch (b*tch)
Make a broke n*gga sick and pay a broke b*tch rent (b*tch)
I'm a trap n*gga, b*tch, I ain't your f*ckin' Clark Kent (Nah)
Make a five star b*tch take a seat right on the bench
DJ Durel
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