Control Issues Tony Shhnow (Ft. 3AG Pilot)

[Chorus: Tony Shhnow]
I got expensive taste
Skinny nigga but my bitch thick
She from up north, got an accent
I feel like the money can talk to me
I'm live action, you live a dramedy
Got stars on the roof, no astrology
More pull than your daddy, so speak to me proper
Your ho turn to Russian, she see me and swallow like vodka
I got my bow on the block like Ibaka
I fucked a milf ho to Janet and Chaka
I'm in the house with the plug
Me casa, su casa, you need it, just tell me, I got it
I know that you hurtin', your hands in your pocket
I'm the type of nigga to call shots
You the type nigga say prolly
I'm the type to get the head, tell her I don't need nobody

[Verse 1: Tony Shhnow]
She dive face first in my lap, kamikaze
My head out the window screaming fuck the federales
Twin Glocks in the hotel, running 'round the lobby
Flash the piece on a fuck nigga, fuck the paparazzi
Twelve million last year, and I ain’t sign to Ghazi
I got that sack in the street like Yo Gotti
I turn this flexin' shit into a hobby
I set the trend and I know they gon' copy