(Mustard on the beat, hoe)

Feelin' like I'm floatin' to the ceilin', 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 fuck 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, spreadin' love now

Sick of police lights, sick of gun sounds

****' bread ain't up, so they come foul

But it's handshakes, hugs when I come 'round, wow

Funny style, hate to see a **** smilin'

Hundred miles and runnin' through the public housin'

Movin' mountains, fuck who I was stumpin' down with

Gunnin' down shit, sittin' in the back of Crown Vics

So janky, know them **** 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

Feelin' like I'm floatin' to the ceilin', 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 ****, what you from the set for, huh?

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

Feelin' like I'm floatin' to the ceilin', 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

Feelin' like I'm floatin' to the ceilin', 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 nothin', make it into somethin', I call that luck

But when you come from where we come from, I call that magic

And when you get two **** from different sides of the city

To do somethin' like this, I guess you could call that magic

Gettin' off of Section 8, welfare

Now it's Rolls Royces, private jets, that's magic

Let me know what's magic to you, yeah