Kenji Fineberg - Magic Trick (Prostitution) lyrics

This is not for my true players Hustlers real Gs Who don't buy no p**y Get the lovin' for free NYC My Brooklyn kats won't disagree No cash for the a** No stacks No fee You a magic trick Her wish your command Abracadabra Your money's in her hand Just lost another grand No son you're not her man Lil mama just got you On a layaway plan You a magic trick Her wish your command Your cash disappears No credit card scams You need to understand No son you're not her man Lil mama just got you On a layaway plan Fast Or she'll give it to you slow If your money right You should be good to go Last Or you can choose to pay her first She got you all up in Her Prada purse Mutual funds You're another investment Robbed with no guns No knives or no weapons Whoa Watch her bank account grow She probably f**in' Every dude you know Lights camaras Stages the cast She runs the show You finance her a** Self-proclaimed baller You're running out of steam In less than three weeks She evaporates your c.r.e.a.m Sex for sale Pretty much the same game It's a old picture With a updated frame Weak frail Sorry shame These are the words That should replace your last name Lil homie you a lame Lil homie you a lame Shawty s**ed you poor And that's before you even came Lil homie you a lame Lil homie you a lame Oh you a D boy Street money earner Actor with a script Clip without a burner Lil homie you a lame Lil homie you a lame My swag makes her hot Go on big spender I'm a bed wetter I don't need no cheddar to get her Lil homie you a lame Lil homie you a lame Straight pretender Real gender bender Wow Super Cat done said it Homie you a boops Buying p**y on credit Whaa Visa Mastercard declined Flatlined by cancer That's her zodiac sign She needs to get a encore Hardcore she stay raw No radio edit Ma f**ed the sh** out your debit Your financial situation Ain't even the issue She blows through paper You supply her with tissue Benjamins Even a slumdog could see it Broke s**y Selfish conceited Description of a diamond driller French tips Covergirl c.r.e.a.m. concealer Twilight socialite She's looking for a rich s**er Powerade Gatorade drink guzzler Shawty said I'm just her type Tall handsome Mature right Yeah babygirl you're just my type Back seat of my lease Shootin' down your windpipe To all my little hunnies Playin' dudes like dummies There's a whole lotta kats That's real funny with their money I done seen sh** that 'll Make you shake your head You know what certain things Are better left unsaid