Tony Fontana III
Hit-Boy, Curren$y
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Ay, Tony (wow) Fontana (wow) Yeah, yeah 808 rolling, pockets bulging Arms wide open, niggas can't hold em Keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who loved me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain't running no track Yeah, yeah, yeah, I've been avoiding the noise Hopping in toys, moving poised Nothing is forced, mixing the formula Wedding in Florida We in domestic and we be foreign'd up (and we be foreign'd up) Like we some foreigners (like we some foreigners) Overseas dressed in fatigues In case you lil niggas want war with us On the I-10, we doing 120 We keeping it pushing, got love for the clique When ain't nobody lookin' I kept this shit solid and look where it took me (look where it took me) Heat up the stove, now I'm finna cook Funny thing is they already shook Word to AK, bitch I'm doing a look (shakedown) 808 rolling, pockets bulging Arms wide open, niggas can't hold em Keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who loved me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain't running no track We in the Hills, way in the Hills I ain't got no chill, we did it for real Look how I pose in all the stills All black hoodies like I'm doing drills (I'm doing drills) All I'm rocking is Nipsey blue Niggas be slimey and shifty too Can't let 'em around me, I'm simply through, for real Damn, too many years of this shit Too many characters pulling a skit Updated my style and then I updated the whip God my witness, I am to the Inland what Drake is to T.O. Whoadie check in with his BM in PO Dice game, bet whatever on Cee-Lo (shakedown) 808 rolling, pockets bulging Arms wide open, niggas can't hold em Keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who loved me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain't running no track Gangsta shit in my tape deck, 88 vette We don't send threats, we just invest Collect interest, I'm not impressed, easily All of these hoes freaks to me, you had to trick to hit that bitch I smashed and she bought me shit, it's fast and it cost hella chips I bought that bitch, I'm still alive cause all my OGs taught me shit Now my lil homies got heart and they smart But I don't send them to crash out 'cause I'm a boss The art of war, create more thinkers, we way more dangerous Some niggas hate on us when they need to thank us Emulate us but could never take us I got in this shit to buy my ma a house Somewhere along the line, I end up famous 808 rolling, pockets bulging Arms wide open, niggas can't hold em Keep it in motion Love to my closest ones who loved me at my lowest Gangsta shit in my tape deck, running it back Really this shit is a marathon but we ain't running no track
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Written by: Chauncey Hollis Jr, Shante Franklin
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