Bih we ain′t playing bout that money

We got em wrapped up like a mummy

That Presidential looking sunnyFeel like a Magic City Monday

These nias hating on a playa, holding their nuts on a playa

They wanna see a nia fall out the game

Just know I stay smoking good, steady balling on these suckas

Counting paper, I suggest you do the same

Jizzle is the name, hustling is the game

Bought everything on the mannequin, money like a train

Might just walk up out of Neiman's and go buy me a plane

Black drophead Phantom just to hog up all the lanes

If you don′t think that's funny, then you don't know me, money

If you playing bout this paper, then you don′t know me, honey

The clique don′t do no holsters, we standing on the sofa

And we be in them Rolls, the ones that come with chauffeurs

Who the fk the DJ? He playing all my hits

Say who them nias putting on? Bet they got all the bricks

Money's the agenda, we mix it like a blender

Got ten off in the fender, with steps up in the center

Rest in peace Nando, car full of ammo

Abracadabra, Magic, Orlando

Hop up out the bando, hop up out the Lambo

Got my Cuban links on, they gon need a passport

I′m doing the dashboard, paid $300 cash for it

Used to have the glass like it came out the backboard

Came in the backdoor, skin color rim

Man the bih keep robbing on me, I'ma turn into a genie

Got that Magic City flow, got that money on the floor

I′m so close to the club, I damn near parked on the floor

It's a line at the door, nias lying at the door

Hit the hotel suite and put the sign on the door

That′s that check running through the machine!

I got the retail on em

By the time it get to you it got detail on it

We got that fishscale on it

By the time it get to you it got seashells on it

I get a rush now

Walk-through the Rollie and bust down

After I flooded my wrist

I go jump in your bih and then jump in a foreign

You know what I represent

Everything I whip up, yeah it gotta be foreign

We wrap it up like a mummy

Finessing and wrapping up dummy

I got a plug on the girl

But I know, I know you telling

I gotta st on you first, cause I know you jealous

I had to jump off the porch, now I'm fully developed

Baller status, absolutely, top back, no roof

They search around for the street fare

They'll never have a clue

Super

Who you know run up the check like that?

Who you know run up the check like that?

Who you know run up a tab like that?

Hendrix! Hendrix!