Global Boy - Tony Montana (feat. WavyLetterA)

These diamonds got me shining
Got this paddock on my wrist My main thing shining
New bouquets to match your fit We like walking money
If you want come hit a lick But you better do me quick

Cause I'm riding with my stick, bruh Ain't gotta aim with my blick
I hit my target, I won't miss He sending shots but with a diss
Fully load out, extending my clips, yeah Baby finna blow up like a frag now
Type of money, I can buy a Birkin bag now Ain't got a cap because I finally earned

my own style Ain't gotta rap but I'ma do it on my own now
Rock and roll up, rock and roll up You want this potion girl, I'll let you pour
it up I'm a gangster, I'm a thug
Baby come and show me love I'm addicted like a drug

Know I like to chop a bus These diamonds got me shining
Got this paddock on my wrist My main thing shining
New bouquets to match your fit We like walking money
If you want come hit a lick But you better do me quick

Cause I'm riding with my stick, bruh Ain't gotta aim with my blick
I hit my target, I won't miss He sending shots but with a diss
Fully load out, extending my clips, yeah These diamonds got me shining
Got this paddock on my wrist My main thing shining

New bouquets to match your fit We like walking money
If you want come hit a lick But you better do me quick
Cause I'm riding with my stick, bruh
Blizzy low that I expected her A certain stare that I'm expecting her

She got a neck that got her flexing wild Earn my respect, I'm never checking her
A nigga stacking these cases Shorty walk around upset
I might just buy her a facelift I check her when she pushing buttons
Got a nigga dumbfounded They'll never walk and talking shit

While we be chilling on islands These niggas make me pour four when on vacation
I fly back on my own And lock myself up in the basement
Got me feeling like a nigga Kinda fading away
I carry duffels from the trunk And put them straight in the safe

You know a nigga stay paid Shit that's cases on cases
Keep that faith up in my nine When we go for our day switch
That's cause a nigga got patience I trust her when she in my pocket
Especially on the range I know that practice makes perfect

And I pray for the day That these niggas slip up

Written by:
Amadeo Johnson, Wavy A

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