Tony Montana (feat. Junk)

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 motherfucker 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