ZMoney - Dope Boy Magic lyrics

[Hook][x2] Gucci I got it, Louis I got it Versace I got it, that's dope boy magic I'm dope boy swagging, 20 cal packing 40 cal packing now my troop still sagging [Verse 1] I'm a dope a** n***a with a dope a** swag Need a dope a** b**h with a dope big a** Tote a dope big gun, selling dope big bags Got a lot of f**ing money from these f**ing dopeheads You won't make it out the trap, homie [?] Gucci, Louis, know I got, [?] that's not a [?] f**ing b**hes in the trap, born ho get it back Pretty girl in the trap, she ain't never going back Ain't a trap girl baby, why you steady tryna act You won't make it in the trap, so don't bring your a** back Flipping, flipping, stacking, stack Bringing chickens through the back I got money on the floor, I got shooters at the door Shook a couple haters off, then some k**ers knocked em off Homie just cause you got Santa don't mean you're by my mama's house Broke n***a watch your mouth, knick him like it was a draw Heard she got some label money, did you really get some money? [Hook] [Outro][x2] Will she make it out the trap? Lord knows Most these b**hes in the trap, they born hoes Foreign clothes, foreign cars, condos I'm a motherf**ing star, they John Does