[Intro: Mag!c]

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Like, Young Money, yes, like, you're really the best)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Like, yes, like)

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah (Hey!)

(ノースちゃん)

[Verse 1: Mag!c]

Dark night

Very dark night

See that shadow line, under the streetlight

My type

Ghost girl is my type

What's that over there

I got enemies, [sigh?]

Let's go and live life

Wake up in the night

Falling asleep, 'cause I'm way too deep

He, her, it's a blur, [luscious?]

Seeing molly, seeing red

Leather stompers

Feel the presence when I walk past

Hashtag Mag!c

Feels so lavish

Fit, what I'm wearing, model

She turned up, turned it viral

Yo, I'm watching

With the glasses that you can't see

[Bridge: Lil Novi]

Haha

Yeah

It's Young Mula, shit

[Verse 2: Lil Novi]

Yeah

I feel the breeze, outside the balcony

I cannot leave her, no, I can't get away from this girl

No, I can't catch a break from this girl

She want me to buy her some pearls from Chanel (Chanel)

Like come on, sh'mon, yeah

Lil Mula

I'm with Mag!c, pull up with some fancy girls (Oh yeah)

Made out of plastic, a Barbie doll with a BBL (Mula)

So far from average, I'm finna clear the whole shelf (Bow)

The molly having, we sitting on the top shelf (Bow, bow, bow, bow)

Get 'em fucked up, I'm [?] the kitchen, bitch, I'm a top shelf

Get the fuck, nigga, up, in the kitchen with his chopsticks

The posse plans to turn a pussy nigga into pot roast

I'll put her in a Maybach ‘Benz, and send that bitch to Costco

[Outro: Lil Novi]

No, we can't relate at all

See what I see

Mötley, damn (Mötley Krëw)

Like, Young Money, yes, like, you're really the best (Niggas not alive in the life)

Like, yes, like

Hey!