Magic City Money

Lyrics

[Intro: J Money & Jermaine Dupri] Spend that shit, blow that shit, this is how we play (Let's go) Okay, Magic City Monday (Yeah) Yeah, Magic City Money, woah (Yeah) Servin' everybody, woah (Yeah) Y'all know what this is (I say) [Verse 1: J Money] AC super coolin', pape', be runnin' through it JD, oh, let's do it, it's a motion picture, movie (Hold up, hold up, hold up) Havin' guala, we got pape' (Hold up, hold up, hold up) Fat kid, love that cake (Cake, cake, ooh) A-T-L-N-A (A-T-A) Spend that shit, blow that shit, this is how we play Car on my neck, 'bout a house on my wrist Bad lil' chick number one, no pick "Ain't I" clone can't pop like this JD, J Money ball like swish [Chorus: J Money] Need that shit right now (Right now) Talkin' 'bout ándale (Let's go) Chips on top of chips (Chips, chips) More than Frito-Lay Pockets extra sloppy (Sloppy) Guala, havin' pape' (Pape') JD and J Money (Well, damn) A-T-L-N-A (Okay, hold up, hold up, hold up) Shе get Magic City money, uh (Hold up, hold up, hold up) Trap got Magic City money, uh (Hold up, hold up, hold up) Throwin' Magic city monеy (Hold up, hold up, hold up) On a Magic City Monday [Verse 2: Sean Paul] Eastside in this bitch, I'm going dumb (Bitch, I go dumb) I went white and peanut butter on that foreign (Bitch, on that foreign) I'm still ballin' in this bitch, I feel like Jordan (I feel like Jordan) They like, "Sean Paul, where you been? These niggas boring" (These niggas boring) I feel like Magic in my city with these ones (With these ones) I might go Vick, I might just run and throw these ones (And throw these ones) Got a party pack of beans, let's have some fun (Let's have some fun) Watch her transform when that pill, it hit her tongue (It hit her tongue) She an Energizer bunny, she be goin'-oin'-oin' Sean Paul bossed up in this bitch, you know what's goin'-oin'-oin' Really havin' shit, I just be throwin', throwin', throwin' On a Monday, blowin' hundreds, watch me throw 'em, throw 'em, throw 'em [Verse 3: BunnaB] It's a Monday, know we goin' to Magic City (Uh-huh) Strippers, ballers, big blunts, and bad bitches (Uh-huh) Off the Don Julio, done turnt into a demon Got some blood partners, but forever four seasons Hot as hell in Magic City, you will never feel AC (Look) I'm so ATL, you know I came up on the East (Yeah) Bitch tried to feed me lamb chops and I'm like, nah, I'll take some wings No, my pockets ain't so sloppy, I keep a card, this shit is neat And I'm like spend that shit, throw that shit, boy, don't be scared (Yeah) Give them girls your money, you can't keep it to yourself (Let's go) Done got fucked up, but you know I never cared A-T-L-A-N-T-A, G-A, I'm always there (Yeah) [Verse 4: Bankroll Ni] We in Magic City on a Monday throwin' hella cake (Let's go) Pockets extra sloppy, like J Money, I'm gettin' hella bank (Let's go) Blowin' all this gas inside the club, we havin' extra dank (Come on) Shawty throw it back, that bitch so thick, she movin' hella weight Pop out with JD (Uh-huh) Pull up on J Money like What you got for me? (Come on) All about the money, feel like my name T-I-P Play with Ni, then R.I.P. (Stop playin') I could be in Magic City, but I'd rather ride the beat Look, and all my bitches pretty (Let's go) He got money, we gon' spend it (Let's go) Throw some cash, bae, time is ticking If it's up, then we get with it (Let's go) Spend that bag, then you can kick it Don't want love, stay out your feelings If we outside on a Monday, know we deep in Magic City like [Chorus: J Money] Need that shit right now (Right now) Talkin' 'bout ándale (Let's go) Chips on top of chips (Chips, chips) More than Frito-Lay Pockets extra sloppy (Sloppy) Guala, havin' pape' (Pape') JD and J Money (Well, damn) A-T-L-N-A (Okay, hold up, hold up, hold up) She get Magic City money, uh (Hold up, hold up, hold up) Trap got Magic City money, uh (Hold up, hold up, hold up) Throwin' Magic city money (Hold up, hold up, hold up) On a Magic City Monday