Текст песни Magic City Monday (feat. Yeezy & Future) - Yeezy , 2 Chainz , Future
                                                Yeah, 
                                                that 
                                                truck 
                                                backin′ 
                                                up
 
                                    
                                
                                                Yeah, 
                                                yeah, 
                                                yeah, 
                                                whoa!
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bitch 
                                                we 
                                                ain't 
                                                playin′ 
                                                'bout 
                                                that 
                                                money
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                got 
                                                'em 
                                                wrapped 
                                                up 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                mummy
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                Presidential 
                                                lookin′ 
                                                sunny
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jizzle 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                name, 
                                                hustlin′ 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                game
 
                                    
                                
                                                Might 
                                                just 
                                                walk 
                                                up 
                                                out 
                                                of 
                                                Neiman's 
                                                and 
                                                go 
                                                buy 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                plane
 
                                    
                                
                                                If 
                                                you 
                                                playin′ 
                                                'bout 
                                                this 
                                                paper, 
                                                then 
                                                you 
                                                don′t 
                                                know 
                                                me, 
                                                honey
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                clique 
                                                don't 
                                                do 
                                                no 
                                                holsters, 
                                                we 
                                                standin′ 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                sofa
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                be 
                                                in 
                                                them 
                                                Rolls, 
                                                the 
                                                ones 
                                                that 
                                                come 
                                                with 
                                                chauffeurs
 
                                    
                                
                                                Who 
                                                the 
                                                fuck 
                                                the 
                                                DJ? 
                                                He 
                                                playin' 
                                                all 
                                                my 
                                                hits
 
                                    
                                
                                                Money's 
                                                the 
                                                agenda, 
                                                we 
                                                mix 
                                                it 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                blender
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                ten 
                                                off 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                fender, 
                                                with 
                                                steps 
                                                up 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                center
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bitch 
                                                we 
                                                ain′t 
                                                playin′ 
                                                'bout 
                                                that 
                                                money
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                got 
                                                ′em 
                                                wrapped 
                                                up 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                mummy
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                Presidential 
                                                lookin' 
                                                sunny
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hop 
                                                up 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                bando, 
                                                hop 
                                                up 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                Lambo
 
                                    
                                
                                                Got 
                                                my 
                                                Cuban 
                                                links 
                                                on, 
                                                they 
                                                gon′ 
                                                need 
                                                    a 
                                                passport
 
                                    
                                
                                                I'm 
                                                doin′ 
                                                the 
                                                dashboard, 
                                                paid 
                                                $300 
                                                cash 
                                                for 
                                                it
 
                                    
                                
                                                Came 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                backdoor, 
                                                skin 
                                                color 
                                                rim
 
                                    
                                
                                                Man 
                                                the 
                                                bitch 
                                                keep 
                                                rubbin' 
                                                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, 
                                                niggas 
                                                lyin' 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Hit 
                                                the 
                                                hotel 
                                                suite 
                                                and 
                                                put 
                                                the 
                                                sign 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                door
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bitch 
                                                we 
                                                ain′t 
                                                playin' 
                                                ′bout 
                                                that 
                                                money
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                got 
                                                'em 
                                                wrapped 
                                                up 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                mummy
 
                                    
                                
                                                    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
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                know 
                                                what 
                                                    I 
                                                represent
 
                                    
                                
                                                Everything 
                                                    I 
                                                whip 
                                                up, 
                                                yeah 
                                                it 
                                                gotta 
                                                be 
                                                foreign
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                wrap 
                                                it 
                                                up 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                mummy
 
                                    
                                
                                                Finessin' 
                                                and 
                                                wrappin' 
                                                up 
                                                dummy
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                got 
                                                    a 
                                                plug 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                girl
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                    I 
                                                know, 
                                                    I 
                                                know 
                                                you 
                                                tellin′
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                gotta 
                                                shit 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bitch 
                                                we 
                                                ain′t 
                                                playin' 
                                                ′bout 
                                                that 
                                                money
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                got 
                                                'em 
                                                wrapped 
                                                up 
                                                like 
                                                    a 
                                                mummy
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                Presidential 
                                                lookin′ 
                                                sunny
 
                                    
                                
                                                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!
 
                                    
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