Black Magic

[Hook: Rick Ross]

Poof! There go the car

Poof! There go the crib

Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield

David Copperfield, David Copperfield



[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

Could you knock that ho, could you blame that b*tch?

Cause she wanna roll with a real n*gga like me that's gon' slang that dick

Like coke to a fiend, f*ck throat on the lean

Take low on the Perc, now that ho on a bean

Still money over these hoes

Got YSL on my clothes

And blood drip on my sneakers

N*gga, you hating on me - she chose

And I ain't f*ck your girl she rode

My stick-shift she drove

Did everything that she 'posed to

I pulled my camera out and she posed

And I was like, got that

Drop that, pop that

Got the top back on the dropback, I'm back

And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm strapped

All the rocks at where the watch at, stop that

Could you cop that? Not that

I'm light send the mob at, dimesack I'm catching on contact

Got racks, y'all n*ggas ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life!



[Hook]



[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

Poof! N*gga f*ck your life

F*ck your n*ggas and f*ck your wife (F*ck 'em!)

Got two bad b*tches with a n*gga

And you know they gon' f*ck all night (Right)

And I rock hard white

N*gga rich game pride

I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy drop

Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy watch

All year long, got the strip on lock

Every time we in this b*tch, man, sh*t gon' pop

My hip on Glock, your hip on nothing

My n*ggas got racks, y'all n*ggas be fronting

Red Cartier, redbone b*tch

Red bottoms on her, hair long as sh*t (Hold up)

Yellow gold Ro', yellow bone ho

And yellow bottles of Spades, n*gga

Whole clique self made, n*gga



[Hook]