It’s like magic-the way that I appear, The way I have a problem- and I make it disappear,- A pull a nigga card,-and I show him -what it is, Man, you better get your broad-before I get up in her head, Money always on my mind, Every second of a minute, Every minute of a hour, Every dollar, every penny, And I gotta bad Bitch, If all I had, was just a penny, She get on some bad shit, And bring her nigga back plenty, And its like magic, I make them haters disappear,- and I got tricks up in my sleeves, And I pull money from my ear And I got money in my pocket, From the bunny in the hat, And if you try to take it from me, Im a cut a nigg in half, And Im a shine, Like a nigga on his grind, at his best, Im at the peak of my potential, And I put it to the test, When I put it all on paper, And I think you know the rest, Yea I be all about my paper, And I sing because Im blessed, So you know a nigga happy, I can do without the stress, Thats what I do wit all the cess, you see I hold it in my chess, And I when I got somethin to say, You know I told it wit my chess, Because it ain't no since in holdin it, when rollin wit the best! STAFF!