Tony Montana

[Introduction]
Elvira Hancock: “What makes you so much better than me? What do you do? You deal drugs and you kill people. Oh, that's wonderful, Tony. Real contribution to human history.” Tony Montana: “Go ahead. Just tell everybody. Come on.”

[Chorus]
Mixing the Gucci with Louie b*tch, I’m about my f*cking designer (designer)
Cuban cigars in the mansion, I feel like I’m Tony Montana
Pop me a perky, relaxed, and I pop me a yellow banana (yea, yea)
F*ck the D.A ain't no way I’m gone change, I’m not sorry your honor (judge)

[Verse 1]
Bitch I'm lit, I f*cking feel like I am lit (I’m lit)
If I shoot, then you know I don’t ever miss (never miss)
All my day ones with me, they won’t ever switch (never switch)
Cut the snakes off, I can’t f*cking stand the hiss (ha, ha)
N*gga play yourself, cause you ain’t playing me
I been moving work on every damn street
Got a stack up in my jacket, that’s a key (that’s a key)
Smiling cause I’m balling, balling with the cheese
I been up so long, these n*ggas they hating
They want to see me go falling down (down)
Real n*ggas only relate, and I still f*cking flex when I'm rolling in town, fake n*ggas frown
Red dot on your nose, man you look like a clown, I call up my hounds (hurrrr)
My dogs gone just roll up shoot you in the mouth

[Chorus]
Mixing the Gucci with Louie, b*tch I'm about my f*cking designer (cmon)
Cuban cigars in the mansion, I feel like I'm Tony Montana
Pop me a perky, relaxed, and I pop me a yellow banana (yellow)
F*ck the D.A ain't no way I’m gone change, I’m not sorry your honor (b*tch I'm lit)

[Verse 2]
B*tch I’m lit, I f*ckin feel like I am lit
Shorty got a man, but she all on my d*ck (sucking d*ck)
N*ggas talking funny thought they had a lisp
F*ck you say bout trust? My best friend was a snitch, I'm playing
I’m playing the game but I use to sit up on the bleachers
Thought I was wack on the track
Now they on my d*ck, they asking for features
You wasn't there when I went through the struggle, I went through the struggle
So why I'm gone hold your ass down when you n*ggas was never this humble? (Never this humble)
N*ggas is shameless
Forty-five on my hip
Leave you so brainless
Balmain on my main b*tch
Versace Versace Versace
I lane switch
I'm about that cocaine flip
White on white beamers
My n*ggas start racing
My diamonds so racist
White on white diamonds on
VVS CHAINS B*TCH

[Chorus]
Mixing the Gucci with Louie b*tch, I’m about my f*cking designer
Cuban cigars in the mansion, I feel like I’m Tony Montana (tell everyone)
Pop me a perky, relaxed and I pop me a yellow banana (yellow)
F*ck the D.A ain't no way I’m gone change, I’m not sorry your honor

[Out]
Tony Montana: “So say good night to the bad guy! Come on. The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again, let me tell you. Come on.”