LP Rambo - Must Be Magic! lyrics

We just get that money, money money
We be cashin'
We just spend that money 'cause
It come back like elastic
I don't want your bitch, my God
Know that bitch is plastic
I wake up and say "Woowoop" 'cause
Thats how 2wo would have it
I pull up with that 22, aim at you
You not who laughin'
My wrist game on woo hoo
She say "Woo hoo, Six, you at it"
Disappearin' diamonds, oh my God
It must be magic (bling blaow)
Disappearin' diamonds, oh my God
It must be magic (bling blaow)

Disappearin' diamonds, oh my God
Must be magic
RIP Lil Snow, you speak on him
It's gon be tragic
RIP Honcho, you speak on him, you in a casket
RIP Capo, you diss, your ashes in a basket
I come from Englewood, 65th and Laflin
I'm from Wic City, Odee World, we all savage
We put lean in our lemonade
Why they gotta hate?
Fast money, it gotta race, my money old
It's outta shape
All summer, I been gettin' money
I been workin' hard
All winter, I be gettin' money
I been workin' hard
Lil Prince Rambo, motherfuckin' Six
I'll let a nigga cap me 'fore
I ever duck a bitch, aye

We just get that money, money money
We be cashin'
We just spend that money 'cause
It come back like elastic
I don't want your bitch, my God
Know that bitch is plastic
I wake up and say "Woowoop" 'cause
Thats how 2wo would have it
I pull up with that 22, aim at you
You not who laughin'
My wrist game on woo hoo
She say "Woo hoo, Six, you at it"
Disappearin' diamonds, oh my God
It must be magic (bling blaow)
Disappearin' diamonds, oh my God
It must be magic (bling blaow)

(I'm DaVinci hoe)
RIP to Copeland, disrespect him
Then it's brackin!
Please don't be like Rickboy
Clash with savage then it's tragic
Five don't fuck with Crazy D
I catch his ass, it's static
My oppositions beg for smoke, I
Think they might be addicts, aye
Blade slide in my grip, love
The feel on that
Swing it at a opp like a baseball bat
Milk carton, you gon' see his face on that
Poster with my face, don't mistake all raps
A nigga got a temper
Got more attitude than Yella
Nigga talkin' bout a murder
Never pulled up so it's never
X out a nigga like some acne
Frightened all his fellas
When they asked about his absence then
They turn to Helen Keller
Said I'm throwin' shade at his ass
Boy it's whatever if the shoe fit's, nigga
Then I guess you Cinderella
I don't give a fuck
About your presence, man, but I'll tell ya
It's ya last day breathin' if you touch me
I'll expel ya from the planet, I do damage
Leave you hangin' like a hammock
God damn it, niggas panic when I tell 'em
That I planned it
Let you come up for my soul, wanna spray me
Nigga end it when you shoot
Then it's best to pray to God
That you don't jam it (Lil bitch)

We just get that money, money money
We be cashin'
We just spend that money 'cause
It come back like elastic
I don't want your bitch, my God
Know that bitch is plastic
I wake up and say "Woowoop" 'cause
Thats how 2wo would have it
I pull up with that 22, aim at you
You not who laughin'
My wrist game on woo hoo
She say "Woo hoo, Six, you at it"
Disappearin' diamonds, oh my God
It must be magic (bling blaow)
Disappearin' diamonds, oh my God
It must be magic (bling blaow)