[Intro: Propain & The B.B. & Q. Band]
Your wish is my command (Yo)
I'm your genie (Your wish is my command)
Your wish is my command (We just on some player wish right now, Forever Trill)
Can't you feel the magic? (We just on some player shit right now, yeah, ayy)
[Verse 1: Propain]
Flossin', get it and get off it
Vintage YSL, mane, I'm drippin' like the faucet
Baguettes in the Rollies, she addicted to them bosses
Mortician in that pussy, I just sit it in a coffin
Hustlin' pay dues, wasn't missin' no installments
Real self made nigga, you should listen when I'm talkin' (Yeah, damn)
Top off the slab, the breeze got her feelin' awesome
Lame niggas hate the way that shit got 'em feelin' nauseous (Damn)
Holdin', she love it when I'm focused
Long hair, fat ass, that shit bouncin' like DeRozen (Ayy)
Made it out the trenches, that's the talk that got her soakin'
I ain't choose to be this player, I was chosen, Pro'
[Chorus: The B.B. & Q. Band]
Your wish is my command
I'm your genie
Your wish is my command
Can't you feel the magic?
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Applyin' pressure like a masseuse (Masseuse)
Top of the buildin', droppin' hate, eliminators, yeah, I got the juice (The juice)
Simply sprayed, the way I drop the top, that candy car done caught a fade
Don't need a perm to soak and burn to keep my shit laid
Whodini tweener bop style
Dive in her box and be out before the sunrise
Poof, go to bed with it, DJ in the dab with it
Synchronize swimmin' with the drip, I made a splash in it
Pool side, fuck it (Fuck it), I'm cooler than a AC in a bucket (Bucket)
A livin' breathin', can't believe it, iced out slushie (Slushie)
Sprinkle game from lane to lane no matter how I crush it (Crush it)
No hocus pocus show up, put a four up if you love it, Young Krizzle
[Chorus: The B.B. & Q. Band]
Your wish is my command
I'm your genie
Your wish is my command
Can't you feel the magic?
[Outro: Bun B]
We knew comin' into this, like bein' from the south
We not gon' get the most magazine covers
We not gon' be on TV the most
You know, we may not, you know, be written about, talked about, interviewed, all of that type of shit
So what are we gon' get out of this thang? The money
We focused on gettin' the money
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