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Magic City Video (MV)




Performed By: M.Wade
Language: English
Length: 4:08
Written by: Dishawn Vance, Malik Wade




M.Wade - Magic City Lyrics




Watch that money fall
Let that money fall
Let that money talk
But don't you ever talk down

Watch that money fall
Let that money fall
Let that money talk
But don't you ever talk

If I pay you now then you pay me back later
If I love you down can you make it up later
I been in and out the city for a minute
I ain't finished with these bitches
I came up on some paper, aye
I came up on some paper
Magic city, aye

Welcome home baby (I'll be right there)
Welcome home baby (I'll be right there)
Welcome home baby (I'll be right there)
Welcome home baby (I'll be right there, I promise)

Do you believe in magic
A year ago I ain't have shit it's sad shit
Solved a few problems with a bad bitch
Now she won't leave me lone
Now she hit my phone on some "can I get a bag" shit
Don't come to me with no bag talk girl
She walk with God in those Louboutins
Them Chanel bags can't carry themselves
She independent and Gucci
Her favorite Wang Alexander
Can't walk her in her shoes
She like "boy Jimmy Choo me"
Laughing when them niggas say they wanted you
It took you a few days to get you comfortable
I see you do your thing that's why I f*ck with you
None of them checks look refundable
Tell them bitches get their funds up
Tell them bitches get their funds up
I'm throwing ones you tryna get one up on me
I'm throwing ones, I'm throwing ones

Watch that money fall
Let that money fall
Let that money talk
But don't you ever talk down

Watch that money fall
Let that money fall
Let that money talk
But don't you ever talk

If I pay you now then you pay me back later
If I love you down can you make it up later
I been in and out the city for a minute
I ain't finished with these bitches
I came up on some paper, aye
I came up on some paper
Magic city, aye

One night, that stands
We date, bad plan
This end, past tense
Pimp shit, back hand
South beach, spring break
I got, mixed taste
You two, look great
Let's make, mixtape
Mistake, sex tape
Peep this, peep that
Your wig, be snatched
This drug, relapse
You taste, too good
Me I'm, too hood
I'll give you, right back
Don't make me, do that
Pull up, drop off
No panties, top off
This wave, hop on
Type time, I'm on
What I do, you do
Control, voodoo
What I do, you do
Control, voodoo

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your thing
Anything to get the bag, go on, do your thing
If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag
If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your thing
Anything to get the bag, go on, do your thing
If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag
If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag
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Watch that money fall
Let that money fall
Let that money talk
But don't you ever talk down

Watch that money fall
Let that money fall
Let that money talk
But don't you ever talk

If I pay you now then you pay me back later
If I love you down can you make it up later
I been in and out the city for a minute
I ain't finished with these bitches
I came up on some paper, aye
I came up on some paper
Magic city, aye

Welcome home baby (I'll be right there)
Welcome home baby (I'll be right there)
Welcome home baby (I'll be right there)
Welcome home baby (I'll be right there, I promise)

Do you believe in magic
A year ago I ain't have shit it's sad shit
Solved a few problems with a bad bitch
Now she won't leave me lone
Now she hit my phone on some "can I get a bag" shit
Don't come to me with no bag talk girl
She walk with God in those Louboutins
Them Chanel bags can't carry themselves
She independent and Gucci
Her favorite Wang Alexander
Can't walk her in her shoes
She like "boy Jimmy Choo me"
Laughing when them niggas say they wanted you
It took you a few days to get you comfortable
I see you do your thing that's why I f*ck with you
None of them checks look refundable
Tell them bitches get their funds up
Tell them bitches get their funds up
I'm throwing ones you tryna get one up on me
I'm throwing ones, I'm throwing ones

Watch that money fall
Let that money fall
Let that money talk
But don't you ever talk down

Watch that money fall
Let that money fall
Let that money talk
But don't you ever talk

If I pay you now then you pay me back later
If I love you down can you make it up later
I been in and out the city for a minute
I ain't finished with these bitches
I came up on some paper, aye
I came up on some paper
Magic city, aye

One night, that stands
We date, bad plan
This end, past tense
Pimp shit, back hand
South beach, spring break
I got, mixed taste
You two, look great
Let's make, mixtape
Mistake, sex tape
Peep this, peep that
Your wig, be snatched
This drug, relapse
You taste, too good
Me I'm, too hood
I'll give you, right back
Don't make me, do that
Pull up, drop off
No panties, top off
This wave, hop on
Type time, I'm on
What I do, you do
Control, voodoo
What I do, you do
Control, voodoo

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your thing
Anything to get the bag, go on, do your thing
If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag
If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag

Good girl gone bad, you gon' do your thing
Anything to get the bag, go on, do your thing
If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag
If she ever do it, she gon' do it for the bag
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Writer: Dishawn Vance, Malik Wade
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