Tony Story ft. Big Kris Lyrics

I'ma tell y'all a story about a nigga named Tony

He say the bitches love him, but I know them bitches lonely

They don't got shit else to do, sit in your face and just be phony

Kickin' it with him and all his fuckin dirty ass homies

They sit around the table, talkin' bitches all day

Yippin', yappin', back and forth, really don't got shit to say

Best believe they in the club, see him tonight over the way

And the story all begins when he get a glimpse of me

He shuffles on over in his low Balenciaga

I'm really not impressed, I'm sure he got it from his mama

He open up his mouth and it's the same old shit

Damn, you fine, is you single?

I need you to be my bitch

So I see an opportunity in this very moment

I say, mmm, maybe he can be my very own puppet

Cause he think I'm one of them bitches that be foldin' after nothin'

Ain't gon' get his ass played for his damn while he stuntin'

He tappin' on his homies, he really think he got it

He think he gon' take me home and return me where he found me

Got another thing comin', refer to me as poison

Very toxic and be rude, so please review your choices

He think I'm cute, fake, wanna fall in love

He think I'm pretty, he wanna get me drunk

He see me in the club, he think he lucked up

He thought he found a young, dumb girl with a butt

I told him he could check it out if he sending funds

My friends and I drink and we like to smoke drugs

Rose in the glass, Remy in the cup

Bottle after bottle, baby boy, catch up

You hangin' with the big dogs, you actin' like a pup

He really touchy-feely, but it's look, don't touch

Follow my demands, I don't ask for much

Actually, I don't ask for shit

Either give me or get ducked

What's the issue, baby boy?

See, you gotta tighten up

You say you got it right? well put your wallet up

Don't talk if you can't walk, cause I ain't never gave a fuck

Rob you, where you stand

Take your keys and now you stuck