Black Magic
Meek Mill Lyrics


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Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Could you knock that ho, could you blame that bitch?
Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga like me that's gon' slang that dick
Like coke to a fiend, fuck throat on the lean
Take low on the Perc, now that ho on a bean
Still money over these hoes
Got YSL on my clothes
And blood drip on my sneakers
Nigga, you hating on me, she chose
And I ain't fuck your girl she rode
My stick-shift she drove
Did everything that she 'posed to
I pulled my camera out and she posed
And I was like, got that
Drop that, pop that
Got the top back on the drop back, I'm back
And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm strapped
All the rocks at where the watch at, stop that
Could you cop that? Not that
I'm light send the mob at, dime sack I'm catching on contact
Got racks, y'all niggas ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life!

Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! Nigga fuck your life
Fuck your niggas and fuck your wife (Fuck 'em!)
Got two bad bitches with a nigga
And you know they gon' fuck all night (Right)
And I rock hard white
Nigga rich game pride
I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy drop
Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy watch
All year long, got the strip on lock
Everytime we in this bitch, man, shit gon' pop
My hip on Glock, your hip on nothing
My niggas got racks, y'all niggas be fronting
Red Cartier, redbone bitch
Red bottoms on her, hair long as shit (Hold up)
Yellow gold Ro', yellow bone ho
And yellow bottles of Spades, nigga
Whole clique self made, nigga

Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib
Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof! There go the car
Poof! There go the crib




Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Overall Meaning

In Meek Mill's song "Black Magic" featuring Rick Ross, the chorus repeats the phrase "Poof!" followed by "there go the car," "there go the crib," and "a hundred mil, David Copperfield." David Copperfield is a famous magician who is known for his illusions. The chorus suggests that Meek Mill and Rick Ross have so much wealth that they make it disappear like magic, just like Copperfield's illusions.


In the verses, Meek Mill raps about his sexual prowess and his financial success. He boasts about being a real "nigga" who can satisfy women and make money. He mentions designer clothing and accessories like YSL and blood-dripped sneakers, implying his wealth and status. He also alludes to being able to supply drugs like "coke" and "lean" to his customers.


Overall, "Black Magic" is a song that celebrates Meek Mill and Rick Ross's wealth and power. The repeated use of "Poof!" and reference to David Copperfield creates a sense of magic and mystique around their lavish lifestyles.


Line by Line Meaning

Poof! There go the car
I just made the car disappear, like a magic trick.


Poof! There go the crib
I just made the mansion disappear, like a magic trick.


Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield
I just made a hundred million dollars disappear, like a magic trick. Just like the famous magician, David Copperfield.


Could you knock that ho, could you blame that bitch?
Do you want to blame that woman for wanting to be with someone like me, who is successful and wealthy?


Cause she wanna roll with a real nigga like me that's gon' slang that dick
She wants to be with a real man like me, who is confident and skilled in bed.


Like coke to a fiend, fuck throat on the lean
Sex with me is addictive like cocaine, and it causes her to forget about her problems and indulge in the moment.


Take low on the Perc, now that ho on a bean
After taking Percocet, she is now high on ecstasy and feeling great.


Still money over these hoes
I prioritize money and success over relationships with women.


Got YSL on my clothes
I wear Yves Saint Laurent clothing, which is expensive and fashionable.


And blood drip on my sneakers
I have a lot of money and success, and sometimes it comes with danger or violence (represented by blood on my shoes).


Nigga, you hating on me, she chose
You're jealous of my success, but she still chose me over you.


And I ain't fuck your girl she rode
I didn't have sex with your girlfriend, but she did ride in my car.


My stick-shift she drove
She drove my car, which has a manual transmission (represented by a stick-shift).


Did everything that she 'posed to
She did everything that she was supposed to do as my guest or passenger.


I pulled my camera out and she posed
I took a picture of her, and she posed for the camera.


And I was like, got that
I was satisfied with the picture and felt confident in my abilities or possessions.


Drop that, pop that
Let's party and have a good time.


Got the top back on the drop back, I'm back
I put the top down on my convertible car, and now I'm back in action or ready to have fun.


And the Glock at where the crotch at, I'm strapped
I have a gun (Glock) tucked in my waistband, ready to use if necessary.


All the rocks at where the watch at, stop that
I'm wearing a lot of expensive jewelry (rocks), especially on my watch, so stop hating or trying to steal from me.


Could you cop that? Not that
Can you afford to buy something like I have? Probably not.


I'm light send the mob at, dime sack I'm catching on contact
If you mess with me, I'll send my crew (mob) after you. I'm also able to easily find and buy drugs (dime sack) if needed.


Got racks, y'all niggas ain't 'bout that, 'bout that life!
I'm rich and successful, and you can't relate to my lifestyle or level of success.


Poof! Nigga fuck your life
I just made your life disappear, like a magic trick. Also, I don't care about your life or existence.


Fuck your niggas and fuck your wife (Fuck 'em!)
I don't care about your friends or family, and I disrespectfully reject anyone associated with you.


Got two bad bitches with a nigga
I'm with two attractive women who are interested in me and willing to be with me.


And you know they gon' fuck all night (Right)
I'm confident that I'll have sex with these women all night long, and they're willing and able to do so.


And I rock hard white
I'm wearing a lot of diamonds, which are shiny and white.


Nigga rich game pride
I take pride in being rich and successful. It's a game or competition to me.


I'll pull up on whores and I'm sitting on fours, in a big boy drop
I'll come to see prostitutes in my luxurious car, which is low to the ground (sitting on fours) and impressive.


Call big boy shots, all clear stones in my big boy watch
I make important decisions (big boy shots) and have a lot of diamonds (clear stones) on my expensive watch.


All year long, got the strip on lock
I control and dominate the strip (probably a reference to a street or area known for prostitution or drug trafficking) all the time.


Everytime we in this bitch, man, shit gon' pop
Whenever I'm around with my crew, there will be excitement or drama (shit gon' pop).


My hip on Glock, your hip on nothing
I have a gun (Glock) ready to use at any time, but you're unarmed and powerless.


My niggas got racks, y'all niggas be fronting
My friends and associates are also rich and successful, while you pretend or fake your success (fronting).


Red Cartier, redbone bitch
I'm wearing a red Cartier bracelet, which is expensive and stylish. I'm also with a light-skinned woman.


Red bottoms on her, hair long as shit (Hold up)
She's wearing Christian Louboutin shoes, which have red soles and are expensive. Also, her hair is long and impressive.


Yellow gold Ro', yellow bone ho
I have a Rolls Royce car that's yellow and expensive. The woman with me is also light-skinned and attractive.


And yellow bottles of Spades, nigga
We're drinking expensive bottles of champagne called Ace of Spades, which are yellow and luxurious.


Whole clique self made, nigga
All of us in the group (clique) are successful and wealthy because we worked hard and made our own fortunes (self made).


Poof! There go the car
I just made the car disappear, like a magic trick.


Poof! There go the crib
I just made the mansion disappear, like a magic trick.


Poof! A hundred mil, David Copperfield
I just made a hundred million dollars disappear, like a magic trick. Just like the famous magician, David Copperfield.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: ROBERT WILLIAMS, ROSHUN WALKER, WILLIAM ROBERTS

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@AnthonyBrianLogan

VICE

@moshdasuperman123

meek got bars for fuckin days. everything he spits is staright fire

@PATOR1906

Meek mill's flow - Amazing!! 👌✌️

@ricric1

That yelling is annoying

@PLayAshEFF72

You can tell Meek learn alot about flow from his days with T.I

@tyhairston5397

Damn I miss MMG when they was taking over with so many hits miss these years 2011 thu 2014

@REFUSlON

One of meek mill's best verse's, hes so good.

@fOotBAllmUSicAWSUM

Meek Mill is the one of the only things keeping MMG going

@peejay_rixh

Just watched David Copperfield's show at the MGM Grand in Vegas and they played this song at the end.

@cockzilla13

Paul Johnson fucking goals

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