Tony Montana (feat. Junk) Video (MV)

I wanna flex it like a boss
Man f*ck a lexus wanna rolls
Tony Montana is my God
My mantra, the world is yours
I wanna stack it like a
Waitress at truck stop
Man she hates this but she gets off at nine
Then she calls this line, that she calls all the time
Role models dont give a f*ck tough luck bruv cause doin drugs is fine
And f*ck the world i'm tryin
I got some shit on my mind
Chill sis, gotchu more than just a pill sis
More than mortgage n bills shit
Some once yo fed, gotta bed, mind clear no heavy head real shit
Some one soul fits all it's all good kid cause it will fit
It's a good soul but it will slip
Real tip
Watch where you step
Watch what you think
If you dont like the patterns then break em n shatter the links
She rather get wrecked
The liquid is pink
She say amphetamines make a better me with a wink
I wanna flex it like a boss
Man f*ck a lexus wanna rolls
Tony Montana is my God
My mantra, the world is yours
I wanna stack it like I'm
Marty bird from Ozarks
They'll know my name like Mozart
I know the game like I know my veins pump novocaine from my cold heart
Weapon in the whip n I'm in the cut
I want the money n I'm in a rut
It's funny she told me to come in her
But If it's not about money I dont give a fuh
Cuz tony told me that its money power respect
If you got a hundred thou on deck
So much cheddar that it can't fit on the counter, and none of it counterfeit
Imagine the sound effect
Hi I'm mainstream music
I'm gonna mold you
I'm gonna fold you
Into whatever
Just Do as I told you
Nobody question the bullshit we sold you
Aye they'll buy it
Reuse the melody try it
Grade 3 lyrics top of the charts
This is an art cant deny it
I wanna flex it like a boss
Man f*ck a lexus wanna rolls
Tony montana is my God
My mantra, the world is yours
You know I'm coming correct oohh
Gun to your head boom
I got some Goons that'll come that ya bedroom
Like pay up motherf*cker rent due
Nah i don't wanna go that route
I'm not a king but i hold that crown
Got beef on the grill get the Colemen out
Yall weaker than hell better throw the towel ding
Game over saint soldier paint poems
Break quota flames throwers king cobra
Me gon stay way focused me dont go shade throwing
Me make that great opus til they see me as a beethoven
Stay golden like the Bay they quite afraid of me
And how my heat keep spinning that's a microwave
Wiper blade wash you, you a lil peasant i make boss moves
Me i got more presents than your fake Santa Claus do
I wanna flex it like a boss
Man f*ck a lexus wanna rolls
Tony montana is my God
My mantra, the world is yours