Montana 47
I feel like Tony Montana
I walk around with that mothafuckin' hammer
Yo girl she a whore, she taste like Tropicana
I opened my eyes, see the whole panorama
Bitch I feel like Tony Montana
I walk around with that mothafuckin' hammer
Yo girl, she a whore, she taste like Tropicana
Opened my eyes, see the whole panorama
Bitch I've ascended like this was the rapture
I spit my truth like a mothafuckin' pastor
Fame and success yeah that's what I'm after
Call yo shit music? Call it a disaster
Man of her nightmares, she call me Freddy
Bitch I'm a poet, Finesse Rossetti
Lately been feeling a little unsteady
But fuck it, lets party, let off the confetti
I'm the don, call me Corleone
Y'all sum puppets like Pinocchio
Take a look at my portfolio
And I stayed masked up, shoutout Antonio ouu
All these thotties is some desperados
Chase no hoe, that's my fucking motto
They hit my line since Finesse colossal
But I'll hit you back, I'm out with some models
Pull up wit a tommy like I'm Tony, man these bitches say they know me but I promise you just don't know shit
Yelling for ya mommy while I'm bumpin' it with Jonny, tell em Joey man they can't fuck with our clique
47 is the family
Crowd lookin uncanny
I'm a savage like Randy
Last name Phantom bitch aye aye but my name isn't Danny
I feel like Tony Montana
No Tony Montana but I feel like like Scarface
I am the one that they call great
I'm Joey no manners so fuck what the law say
We mobbin' out right in the broad day
Me and Finesse ball out like Barclays
Or Yeezy cuz we do it all day
All of my hoes be dancin' like Broadway
They off the X so RIP Jahseh
Yeah so RIP Jahseh
I got my bills up call me Chauncey
All off ambition just like I'm Wale
You better listen to all that God say
I am the one so listen to what I say
It's forty plus seven, man fuck yo posse
Me and Finesse can't take no loss aye
I am the goat but I'm still the man
I give em hope cuz pain never end
I tip toe but stay on all ten
Ain't going broke, cuz I'm destined
To get all the dough since I get bread
I got yo hoe callin' again
You want the smoke, I don't recommend
But say hello to my little friend
Yeah
To my little friend yeah my amigo
Look at the money it go where we go
Swimming in hunnids while wearing a speedo
Let's wrap it up now just like burrito
We cannot talk if you still sleep though
Third eye open man look through yo peephole
I am the one who gon' lead all my people
I walk around with that mothafuckin' hammer
Yo girl she a whore, she taste like Tropicana
I opened my eyes, see the whole panorama
Bitch I feel like Tony Montana
I walk around with that mothafuckin' hammer
Yo girl, she a whore, she taste like Tropicana
Opened my eyes, see the whole panorama
Bitch I've ascended like this was the rapture
I spit my truth like a mothafuckin' pastor
Fame and success yeah that's what I'm after
Call yo shit music? Call it a disaster
Man of her nightmares, she call me Freddy
Bitch I'm a poet, Finesse Rossetti
Lately been feeling a little unsteady
But fuck it, lets party, let off the confetti
I'm the don, call me Corleone
Y'all sum puppets like Pinocchio
Take a look at my portfolio
And I stayed masked up, shoutout Antonio ouu
All these thotties is some desperados
Chase no hoe, that's my fucking motto
They hit my line since Finesse colossal
But I'll hit you back, I'm out with some models
Pull up wit a tommy like I'm Tony, man these bitches say they know me but I promise you just don't know shit
Yelling for ya mommy while I'm bumpin' it with Jonny, tell em Joey man they can't fuck with our clique
47 is the family
Crowd lookin uncanny
I'm a savage like Randy
Last name Phantom bitch aye aye but my name isn't Danny
I feel like Tony Montana
No Tony Montana but I feel like like Scarface
I am the one that they call great
I'm Joey no manners so fuck what the law say
We mobbin' out right in the broad day
Me and Finesse ball out like Barclays
Or Yeezy cuz we do it all day
All of my hoes be dancin' like Broadway
They off the X so RIP Jahseh
Yeah so RIP Jahseh
I got my bills up call me Chauncey
All off ambition just like I'm Wale
You better listen to all that God say
I am the one so listen to what I say
It's forty plus seven, man fuck yo posse
Me and Finesse can't take no loss aye
I am the goat but I'm still the man
I give em hope cuz pain never end
I tip toe but stay on all ten
Ain't going broke, cuz I'm destined
To get all the dough since I get bread
I got yo hoe callin' again
You want the smoke, I don't recommend
But say hello to my little friend
Yeah
To my little friend yeah my amigo
Look at the money it go where we go
Swimming in hunnids while wearing a speedo
Let's wrap it up now just like burrito
We cannot talk if you still sleep though
Third eye open man look through yo peephole
I am the one who gon' lead all my people
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Writer(s): Dominic Ferrara
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