Magic

[Intro] Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh It's Jason Rich, baby Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum, bum Ohh, baby [Chorus] Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah) She was your B, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby) Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah) I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic [Post-Chorus] Pull up on a bitch it get steamy Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie (Ayy) Got that sauce, Fettuccine; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ayy) Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach Wit a bad bitch, she Finnish Gravy get near, your career get finished [Verse 1] I'm like open sesame, now your bitch right next to me Pipe up, that's my destiny, call that shit finnessery, baby Ooh, that's a flex; do a little trick, now your bitch is your ex Heard my voice, now she tryna have s— (Woah) Flexin' ain't too complex, baby [Bridge] Alaka-fuckin'-zam I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?" Abracadabra with these hands Hit yo' bitch with the shazam [Chorus] Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah) She was your B, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby) Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah) I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic [Post-Chorus] Pull up on a bitch and get steamy Think I'm Houdini, lookin' like a genie, baby Got that sauce, Tortellini; Gravy so creamy, wrist so gleamy (Ooh) Shit, I'm in it, eatin' that God damn spinach Wit a bad bitch, she Finnish Gravy get near, your career get finished [Verse 2] I'm so sorry, that I had to end it Gravy serve it up like I'm playin' fuckin' tennis 2018, I'll be runnin' for the Senate Gravy took your bitch, that's a fuckin' epidemic (Crazy) Hit a bird call and your bitch come hither Your bitch hit my line and the goods get delivered Pull up and I splash like a motherfuckin' river Wrist so cold, make a grown man shiver [Outro] Gravy get near, your bitch disappear, I call that shit magic (Woah) She was your b, now she with me, ain't that shit tragic? (Baby) Gravy get close, you get comatose, that shit automatic (Woah) I'm castin' spells, you takin' L's, shit is fantastic Bum-bum-bum-bum, bum-bum-bum-bum