Who do you think you're fucking with man? I'm Tony Montana! You fuck with me, you fuckin' with the best!
You fuckin' with the best Put the pressure on 'em I don't even gotta flex Step up in the buildin', motherfuckers get impressed Got a high IQ, and an Uzi come and test Melodies and rap, ain't no matter I'm the best When I sing make your ho wanna go and have sex Talk a lot of shit 'till I get 'em in the booth And they freeze, can't speak, like they all got strapped, goddamn You rock a chain and a watch for the clout Savin' my money 'cause that's what I'm 'bout Who am I kidding? Got different accounts I'm Tony Montana I'm buggin' you down You just want a hand out, fuck that (No) Spendin' too much money gotta cut back Oh you want smoke bitch? I love that Click record and hear the gun, krrra krrra
Whoa, callin' my phone Whoa, bitch, leave me alone God, damn, callin' my phone God, damn, leave me alone Whoa whoa, callin' my phone God, damn, leave me alone Callin' my phone Woah, bitch, leave me alone
No stress on me I keep a bad bitch with me and I do it with ease I keep a whole mob with me like I play for a team And they'll shoot first if you start to fuckin' with me I got the Gucci, Louis, Prada when I step on the scene Oh you big mad, quick somebody caught him astray I was down, ain't nobody wanna call me the link And now I'm up, everybody wantin' something from me But now I'm gone Big win and get a ring ho So much now they callin' me a cheat code Might slide to the party with a freak ho Scratch that, slide and make your own bitch deep throat This ain't even on my best shit Prolly make you motherfuckers hit the exit Just know I'm comin' for the rest bitch Wait, just wait for my next shit
Whoa, callin' my phone Whoa, bitch, leave me alone God, damn, callin' my phone God, damn, leave me alone Whoa whoa, callin' my phone God, damn, leave me alone Callin' my phone Whoa, bitch, leave me alone Beat it lil bitchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
