Tony Montana lyrics

[Intro: Al Pacino]
Let's get this straight now, I've never f*cked anybody over (Ayy)
Who didn't have it coming, you got that?
All I have in this world is my balls and my word (A N A F)
I don't break them for no one, you understand? (Lets go)

(ABUGAT) VERSE 1

Yo b*tch, this time I say no more she looks at my wrist she want that glow
b*tch hit my line, now she at my door
Flip that bricks like I'm bill and store

That chop gon' bust when I let it go
Ain't run from none, can't be a hoe
I'm like tony, man I don't wanna blow

I'm like tony, man finna let it pour (Brrr Brrr Brrr)
Walking with a stick like I'm blind
Ain't trustin' don't wanna keep it close all time

They talkin' like tough but they fall in line
One more move and it's flat line
Gotta keep that tool, ain't wasting time

You don't wanna cross mе I don't drop dime
If you cross the line thеn it's shots on sight (Yeah, uhh)
Got in group inside (Yeah)
Whole racks are blue, I'm gargamel (hah)
Stack up these chips, no fairytale
More on getting clapped, I'll leave on trail

Mmm-mm-mmm-mm
Yeah I will never fail (Uhhh yeah yeah yeah)

(ABUGAT) VERSE 2

Yo b*tch, this time I say no more she looks at my wrist she want that glow
b*tch hit my line, now she at my door
Flip that bricks like I'm bill and store

That chop gon' bust when I let it go
Ain't run from none, can't be a hoe
I'm like tony, man I don't wanna blow
I'm like tony, man finna let it pour

(EBO SOSA) VERSE 3

(Ayy ayy ice ice ice) Walk with that sh*t,like I'm Tony Montana
I gotta do some walkie in my fam
For my young n*gga, he caught one (For my n*gga)

We giving bags of this sh*t like samler
Ice ice baby, I'm cold as f*ck (ice ice)
Walk in the section, then turn it b*tch, off (Turn it on)
Treat her like chicken, she finna get plucked
Sippin' dirty out my double cup (Ooh)
My bankrool keeps stickin'

I think it's good luck (Sauce)
Yo, her only text me when she tryna f*ck
Red rover,red rover I Uber her over

We start on the bed but we end on sofa
Had money gettin' cooked but I pull that b*tch closer
She keep on textin' me, Tell me some clothes

Look buddy, it red and I'm finna expose'm
It's a three on my it look like some folgers (hold it all)
I be with some apes vultures, n*gga

In my cell with rats and roaches, n*gga
I'm just doing what I'm supposed to, n*gga
Don't make me put yo on some posters (Arrgh)

(Uhhh) chop off the top when it's turning
This could ain't got my stomach running
Me and Abu having a foreign mining (Ayy)