MAGIC lyrics

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
If I gave a f*ck 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
n*ggas' bread ain't up, so they come foul
But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow
Funny style, hate to see a n*gga smilin'
Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin'
Movin' mountains, f*ck who I was stumpin' down with
Gunnin' down sh*t, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics
So janky, know them n*ggas down the street still hate me
Hope lil' baby know that she can't play me
Dumb ho, love cost but the game free, dumb ho
[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
Crip and blood sh*t
That's the only thing I ever been in love with
So I hope you 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' sh*t
But see us and they don't do nothin'
Aw, put it on the dead locs (Dead homies)
They know I been 'bout it-'bout it since the get-go (Dead homies)
If I hit the corner clickin', better get low (Dead homies)
You ain't with it n*gga, what you from the set for? Huh?
I just wanna be successful
You won't never ever see me with my head low
Mama met my daddy, then they had me in the ghetto (In the hood)
Handed me a .38 and told me I was special (Yes, I am), norf
[Chorus]
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

[Outro: Mustard]
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 n*ggas 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