Future feat. Drake - Tony Montana [Produced by Will-A-Fool] | Текст песни

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• Future feat. Drake
• Tony Montana [Produced by Will-A-Fool]

[Intro]
Fucking cockroaches
Muthafuckin’ Freebandz
Want me to be the bad guy?
Wanna fuckin play?
Cartel nigga

[Hook]
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up on my ends
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I’m about to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana

[Verse 1: Future]
I take over the streets, fresh off the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your cantaloupe
You tell me where you wanna meet, I’m coming with a gang of dope
My cigar full of loud, I’m laced up to the fucking fo’
A Porsche Carrera, Panamera, 911
I do the whole dash, dropping all cash
Gutter to the death of me, I’m sticking to the recipe
Plugged in with Colombians, I know Sosa
All I got is my balls and my word, fuck the roaches
Everything we do, we put Versace on the sofas
The money got me geeked like I took a hit of coca
My life is a movie, I gotta stay focused

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Drake]
On the hood you see the Stallion, passenger a stallion
Niggas getting nervous, I’m passing out the Valium
I suggest you pop it, but please don’t get too sleepy
Used to have them bitches twerking up in 400 West Peachtree
Bet you those same hoes’ll see me, be like that's how you feeling
Used to stay up at The Twelve, now your worth like 12 million
Boy you did, boy you did it, you did the unexpected
I say fuck the unexpected, I just did what I projected
I swear young women are lost these days while older women dig me
Fucking women that knew Biggie so it really ain't no biggie
It’s just OVO and XO, and freebandz the committee
And shout out to Toronto, bitch, I’m Tony in my city

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Future]
Another shot of Quelo, she'll be coming back to pesos
When your blood is your Pedro, it’s hard for hoes to let go
See AK’s ain't no bitch, nigga, I’ll split your tato
Ain’t nothing about me ordinary, I come with the yayo
I move like a mob boss, it’s gonna take an army
The world is mine, nigga, you get it if you want it
You fuckin with me, you’ll move to Alaska by the morning
You want me to be the bad guy? Okay, it's on then
Champagne spilling, crab cakes everywhere
My white bitch trippin', she say I ain't playing fair
I’m about to cop a tiger, and put it in the car seat
Freebandz a company, so nigga it don't matter, aye

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