TONY Lyrics

Big racks on me, I got what you want

I be trappin' like I'm Tony, dressed in Saint Laurent

Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, I drink dom pérignon

Fucked her in her thong, fuck her to my song

Big racks on me, I got what you want

I be trappin' like I'm Tony, dressed in Saint Laurent

Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, I drink Dom Pérignon

Fucked her in her thong, fuck her to my song

Straight from the border, we came from the bottom that's facts bitch

Spendin' my money, evading the feds and the taxes

We hang out with robbers and killers who ready for action

Got white on the table and no I'm not talking Mike Jackson (that coca)

You do the math, spending them hundreds at Saks fifth

Gucci all over my coat, I'm all about fashion

Yeah, don't go to my phone, you know what'll happen

Got bitches on, bitches on, bitches, you know I like ratchets

(You know I fucking love them ratchet hoes now)

That's not my bitch

You can have her

Pussy on platters

Fuckin' these hoes

She offer her throat

So I gave her my load

Swear things change when you gettin' big racks, swallow my load like gold

Big racks on me, I got what you want (she not spittin')

I be trappin' like I'm Tony, dressed in Saint Laurent

Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, I drink Dom Pérignon

Fucked her in her thong, fuck her to my song

Big racks on me, I got what you want (hold on)

I be trappin' like I'm Tony, dressed in Saint Laurent

Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, I drink Dom Pérignon

Fucked her in her thong, fuck her to my song

Sippin' dom pérignon , but we still bout the Henny bottle (XO)

Did it all by myself, yeah, no role models

If I want it, I buy it, I'm flexin', I hope you're offended

Don't get too close, I'll practice my second amendment

Hold on

Did this shit for too long

It's about time it pays off

Scamin', Bernie Madoff

Came a long way from the pesos

Had to cross from Mexico to Daygo, now we gettin' money, Jeff Bezos

If you hit a lick, gotta stay low

Cause the feds watchin' and they can't know (only thing I fear is God and the IRS)

It's about time, it's about time, it's about time, hold up

It's about time, it's about time, it's about time

I don't care if people like this

You can be self-righteous

You can call my shit trash

I'm bout to blow up like ISIS

I know I'm gon' win

Say hello to my lil' friend

Yeah, I feel like Tony

When I'm in my Saint Laurent threads

Yeah, I feel like Tony

When I'm makin' money, gettin' bread

Yeah, I feel like Tony

When she top me off up in my bed

Big racks on me, I got what you want (she not spittin')

I be trappin' like I'm Tony, dressed in Saint Laurent

Diamonds dancin' on my wrist, I drink Dom Pérignon

Fucked her in her thong, fuck her to my song