BKNY
Fat Tony

feat. Old Money



[Fat Tony]

I'm Mr. Mother Fucking like eXquire

Hold up, hold on, pipe down, I'm on the phone with National Enquirer

And the intern inquired, is she really my girlfriend?

Is my album gon' be weird? And how much money have I acquired

I told her, I can answer anything you desire

She said we can't be getting freaky or she'll be fired

But I was an artist running like Forrest in the forest that she admired

She told me to meet her in Bed-Stuy

On Friday round a quarter to 5:00pm

I could barely get a break in them thighs

Yeah, we on the creep, R.I.P. Left Eye

I ain't R. Kelly, but I'm thinking Kelly got that vibe

I pushed my pride aside to slide inside til she tired

Been in it for so long I might retire

Rode her like a carnival, read the article, said I was fire


I ain't from there but I come there and I fuck a girl in Crown Heights

I ain't from there but I come there, ain't afraid to walk around at night

I'm in Bed-Stuy with a red eye, I'm the shit in Bushwick

Blowing kush in Flatbush, Brooklyn!


[Old Money]

Altantic ave, I'm dolla van

I'm Fulton Mall, I'm down at BAM

I'm Lafayette, I'm Utica

I'm Malcolm X, I'm Nostrand Ave

I'm Empire meet Remsen Ave

I'm Flatbush @ Farragut

I'm Kings Highway, Prospect Park

Linden Boulevard

I'm Brooklyn Bowl, I'm Southpaw

I'm Glasslands, I'm Union Hall

I'm Golden Crust, Crown Fried

Bed-Stuy gentrified

I'm Pitkin Ave @ Rockaway

I'm museum first Saturdays

I'm the Parkway on Labor Day

I'm yo son, BK!

Holla, hold on hold on hold yow


Pahtee dun, babylon dem a show up yow

Church Ave, jerk chicken barrel smoke

Girls got the attitudes for reasons that we'll never knooooow

.......Camera towers eher'where,

Pot holes in the road make your tires disappear

See the block, see it black, you gone see cops

Thats unless its a time when you need the cops

I need to stop, hop to the roti shop

Ali's - for them doubles and some sour sop

Leaving, gypsy cab holla back

Only go a block and half, charge yo ass 3 stacks for that

Papi bodega got that face lift

But you go inside, it's still the same shit

All day, ehhh day, that's what we say

Liquor store corner store liquor store, BK!


[Fat Tony]

I ain't from there but I come there and I fuck a girl in Crown Heights

I ain't from there but I come there, ain't afraid to walk around at night

I'm in Bed-Stuy with a red eye, I'm the shit in Bushwick

Blowing kush in Flatbush, Brooklyn!


Hey Abby in Williamsburg, I know me and my friends get up on your nerves

But thanks for letting us stay, I appreciate it til this day

And Danielle in Bushwick, you really are my heart, shit

I wanna give back what you gave but I'mma be here til your grave

I'm on the rooftop, barbecuing with Shaka Groovin'

AKA Tom Cruz, got the paparazzi pursuing

And they wanna see all of our activities

They wanna photograph all of our extremities

In my mind, I'm kind of akin to Socrates

On these B's, I'm sort of like Hercules

Cause I be handling, traveling, on or off the court

Especially when I be off in the New York


I ain't from there but I come there and I fuck a girl in Crown Heights

I ain't from there but I come there, ain't afraid to walk around at night

I'm in Bed-Stuy with a red eye, I'm the shit in Bushwick

Blowing kush in Flatbush, Brooklyn!


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