Fashion Figure - Lil Tony Official

Woah, man

You know who in this 'Wood, man

With a three-five inside, yeah

Squid, PCF shit

Get with it

(Rock that shit the fuck out, Hari)

Nobody gon' get between you, gotta go out, grab it yourself, get rich 'fore death

Collect it, stretch it, flip it, mend it, stay out the street, they so grotesque

Give her a Plan B 'fore a plan A work, I'm constantly dodgin' the stress

Look in her eyes, see what that brain be 'bout, I ain't impressed with no breasts

I told grandma, "Chill, we rich," she want it, she can get it, ain't no more stressing

Me and Rock spent out our shoebox money 'cause I ain't even have the checklist

Every month, my bag get bigger, invest some, stack some, ain't no stretching

God made me a fashion figure, I don't never count my blessings

Coco bread inside my pocket, get chopped cheese inside a deli

Life got hard for Key, sometimes, it's hard for me to believe I'm a felon

Tony and that Gen4 perfect together like peanut butter and jelly

Turned a crab cake seasick with this pape', I guess I'm way too selfish

Remember them bitches laughed, I told 'em I was gon' do it, I got 'em shitty

I know every nigga don't like me mad as fuck we run the city

Killin' ain't never enough, I think it's time they spare 'em so they really fear me

I could switch it up, get fly, drop pape' on your head, but I'm good at drilling

Ain't no excuses for niggas to miss, this shit even Steven, you'll see me coming

Niggas be dyin' about this pape', it really be demons on this money

But that's a conversation for another day, just DM me if you want it

Sometimes, I wake up out my sleep, dreamin' 'bout these bodies, remember it was pointless

Nobody gon' get between you, gotta go out, grab it yourself, get rich 'fore death

Collect it, stretch it, flip it, mend it, stay out the street, they so grotesque

Give her a Plan B 'fore a plan A work, I'm constantly dodgin' the stress

Look in her eyes, see what that brain be 'bout, I ain't impressed with no breasts

I told grandma, "Chill, we rich," she want it, she can get it, ain't no more stressing

Me and Rock spent out our shoebox money 'cause I ain't even have the checklist

Every month, my bag get bigger, invest some, stack some, ain't no stretching

God made me a fashion figure, I don't never count my blessings (Not at all)