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Raheem Duncan
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Johnathan Vicente Depina
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Lyrics
Yea, yeah
We so up, can't imagine
Yeah
Let's go
Too much lean, can't manage
And I been up
I know you can't stand it
Imagine
All that cap, just vanished
Alladdin
Cuz, a nigga got magic
Whoa
I, got a little magic, yeah
I, I got a little magic, whoa
I, I got a little magic, whoa
I, got a little magic, yeah
Too much lean, can't manage
And I been up, I know you can't stand it
Imagine
All that cap, just vanished
Alladdin
Cuz, a nigga got magic
Whoa
I, got a little magic, yeah
I, I got a little magic, whoa
I, I got a little magic, whoa
I, got a little magic, yeah
Everything Magic
Everything Magical
I done had it
Everything from hoes to the gold
I'm a magnet
Everywhere I go, they go
And it's all about status
Tell me who you are, just tell me
Magic
I can get a dollar from a penny
Bad
And she from the block like Jenny
It's a million dollar line
So when you call, don't waste my time
I'm in the mall, not buying, I'm shining
You know they all not me they lying
Had enough of this bitch named Lani
And you know what I'm on, don't start me
From the front to the back of the party
We too deep in here, fuck everybody
Yeah
Too much money, can't manage
And I been up, I know you can't stand it
Imagine
All that cap, just vanished
Aladdin
Cuz, a nigga got magic
Whoa
I, got a little magic, yeah
I, I got a little magic, whoa
I, I got a little magic, whoa
I, got a little magic, yeah
That magic
Pull a rabbit out the hat, that's classic
Make the money do flips, gymnastics
She said when I disappear it's tragic
Why do I act like Houdini
I don't want no one to see me
I don't want no one to know bout my whereabouts
You ask where I'm at get the runaround
Yea I'm around, out here running round
If you got some cash, then I'm comin now
Spinning your block, yeah I'm coming down
I was just broke, now I run the town
I'll tell you just how I did it
Hope that you're good with your digits
Hope that you're good with your math
Cuz if you're not
You gon be owing somebody
They gon be right on your ass
I ordered a quarter
The plug knew my people
Showed me some love and he threw me a half
Break it all down
Heat up some water
Come on let's give that lil birdie a bath
Half of chicken, that's why we call it a chick
I'mma filet it like fish
I might just whip this shit up with a whisk
Watch how I do it, it's all in the wrist
Too much lean, can't manage
And I been up, I know you can't stand it
Imagine
all that cap, just vanished
Alladdin
Cuz, a nigga got magic
Whoa
I, got a little magic, yeah
I, I got a little magic, whoa
I, I got a little magic, whoa
I, got a little magic, yeah
Writer(s): Johnathan Depina
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