Dope Boy Magic (feat. Trey Songz & A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

Dope boy magic, ooh You can smell it through the plastic Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic Somebody died out the habit Dope boy magic Flip it like it's gymnastics Trampoline money, never backflip Somersault, somersault, yeah I'ma ball, I'ma ball I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball Grade-A money never backflip Young Jefe holmes Girl what your name is Tell me who you came with Ain't nothin' like none of these industry cats, street nigga, I'm dangerous She like ain't you famous? (nope) I'm still on that same shit (yup) I bet you won't never go fuckin' no lame Put you on this game shit This life gets scary honey I'm gettin' that dirty money Heard they took 30 from me Then I gotta go murder someone We got the block back jumpin' You hear the birds, they hummin' No I can't serve no under Yeah bitch I know they on me Stuck in that trap, this is a dream I still move them packs, fuck do you mean? Married the streets and I got me a ring Shout out them choppers and shout out them fiends Teach you the game, bitch you play with them beams Come to my city, we baking your beans Pounds in Virginia, get bricks and cut in I got 'em off like I'm a machine Dope boy magic, ooh You can smell it through the plastic Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic Somebody died out the habit Dope boy magic Flip it like it's gymnastics Trampoline money, never backflip Somersault, somersault, yeah I'ma ball, I'ma ball I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball Grade-A money never backflip This is dope boy status Nigga Rolls Royce lavish I'ma ball, I'ma ball, nigga no look passing I'm a hit-making addict I don't want to go savage I'm a star, I'm a star, let the bros go blast him Got they draws on the floor when the boy walk past 'em They throw bras at a nigga ah, they want my shows for the passion I'm a Bronx reppin' nigga ah, they already know what I'm jackin' Give a fuck what a nigga thought, you can smell the dope through the jacket If I told you I was in love I was probably overreacting If love wasn't like a drug it would be so unattractive If I fucked you but only once you would think I'm missing in action Have you reaching and grabbing For that dope boy magic Dope boy magic, ooh You can smell it through the plastic Dope boy magic, ooh shit tragic Somebody died out the habit Dope boy magic Flip it like it's gymnastics Trampoline money, never backflip Somersault, somersault, yeah I'ma ball, I'ma ball I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball I'ma ball, I'ma ball, I'ma ball Grade-A money never backflip