[Intro: Robb Bank$]
I make mean girls fetch, I make yoga hoes stretch (Empire mixtapes)
Make the fat lady sing, the next thing you hear is—
I make mean girls fetch, I make yoga hoes stretch
Make the fat lady sing, the next thing you hear is—
(The Empire, if you don't hear their drops, then this is not a true exclusive)
(Holy shit, where'd you find this?)
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
Respect the shooter hold your pistol up
How come every time wе talk money we don't mention ya?
I'm still ridin' with that yеa on me
I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me
I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me
Don't trust us, we'll take sum'
Find the plug, twist a pack, then I shake sum'
Grip her back, rip her weave, get her tracks done
I'm on a shopping spree, this a cash run
I finger fuck that money make a bag cum
I take my niggas everywhere cause they ain't had none
She ask me how I ain't gon' fuck her don't you know I'm me?
I'm Tony Shhnow the CEO so you won't see ID
My boy got lean but you can't lean on me
I keep it true that's just the genes in me and these niggas ain't what they seem to be
We all got clips we changing scenery
I'm with my side with a few beans on me, we pack em up like BNB
We got shots like TMZ, I bought a Glock for my shooter birthday
Bought a ruger for my girl it's our anniversary
I reppin' too official with that tec
You respect the shooter or get checked
I make mean girls fetch, I make yoga hoes stretch (Empire mixtapes)
Make the fat lady sing, the next thing you hear is—
I make mean girls fetch, I make yoga hoes stretch
Make the fat lady sing, the next thing you hear is—
(The Empire, if you don't hear their drops, then this is not a true exclusive)
(Holy shit, where'd you find this?)
[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
Respect the shooter hold your pistol up
How come every time wе talk money we don't mention ya?
I'm still ridin' with that yеa on me
I can't trust these niggas that would tell on me
I can't leave the house without a pistol and a scale on me
Don't trust us, we'll take sum'
Find the plug, twist a pack, then I shake sum'
Grip her back, rip her weave, get her tracks done
I'm on a shopping spree, this a cash run
I finger fuck that money make a bag cum
I take my niggas everywhere cause they ain't had none
She ask me how I ain't gon' fuck her don't you know I'm me?
I'm Tony Shhnow the CEO so you won't see ID
My boy got lean but you can't lean on me
I keep it true that's just the genes in me and these niggas ain't what they seem to be
We all got clips we changing scenery
I'm with my side with a few beans on me, we pack em up like BNB
We got shots like TMZ, I bought a Glock for my shooter birthday
Bought a ruger for my girl it's our anniversary
I reppin' too official with that tec
You respect the shooter or get checked
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