Must Be Magic
[Hook: LP Rambo]
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!)

[Verse 1: LP Rambo]
Disappearin' diamonds, oh my God, must be magic
R.I.P Lil Snow, you speak on him, it's gon be tragic
R.I.P Honcho, you speak on him, you in a casket
R.I.P 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
[Hook: LP Rambo]
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!)

[Verse 2: D0R!3N]
(I'm DaVinci hoe!)
R.I.P 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 fits, 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!)
[Hook: LP Rambo]
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!)