Maniac Flame - Call Tony

Dreams of rollie on bust down
Imma get how I live
Whole life I been famous
Never really had shit
Now I'm back on my flame god
A boogie with the hits
While fam broke they wrist
Seen the hustle since a kid 

Now I go crazy and setting trends 
Give her this dope
This medicine 
Been in the game Imma veteran
And I'm moving on up like The Jeffersons 
Imma go get it say fuck her prolly 
Geeked off the money don't need a molly 
Flame ladi dadi I like to party
And my drip is the latest you niggas sorry 
Made it from nothin I had a vision
Had to grind to every day even pay attention
Make sure you know when make decisions 
Hit it from back now I'm breaking tension 
Happy go lucky go get the money 
I Thizzle dance I don't do the Dougie 
I'm from the Crest and I'm reppin dummy 
Niggas is jokers and hella funny 
Can you adore me for sure reward me
Come in the clutch young Robert Horry
Keep that shit real don't be telling stories 
All of these hits feel like Berry Gordy 
I need a mill talking max max 
Used to hustle at school out the backpack
Know I had pack where the sacks at 
My brothas was eating no cap facts 
Dick chiropractic make her back crack
Had a great game had to pat stats
Droppa gone drop you yea bag back
T.I.Z.O. we known like a hashtag 
Haters gone hate but they all know me 
And I noticed the fake cus they all showed me
I love 100s and 50s we all brodies
Take my pack to Montana and call Tony 

Yea take the pack to Montana and call Tony 
Finna run up a check cause we all hungry
Niggas hate and debate cuz they all phony 
Yea yea 
Yea take the pack to Montana and call Tony
Make the cash triple yea all hunnids
Ain't no bitches for em cus they all on me 
God damn

Drip when I want got a big head 
Red carpet swag like my fit bled 
In love with the flame what the bitch said
Go get my own naw I can't beg 
Take that lil risk for the bizag 
Suckas is salty and mizad 
Flame in this bitch I'm yo dizad 
Millions up next I'm so glizad

Yea take the pack to Montana and call Tony 
Finna run up a check cause we all hungry
Niggas hate and debate cus they all phony 
Yea yea 
Yea take the pack to Montana and call Tony
Make the cash triple yea all hunnids
Ain't no bitches for em cus they all on me
God damn 

Written by:
Tra'Mayne Bondurant

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