My girl purrs, she comes from Japan
She wears a Kapital skirt and Rick Owens heels
I’m dressed to the nines, R.I.P. Virgil Abloh
All LV, Nautilus in white gold
Okay, rappers take note
I still do trap, forty pieces an hour
Your crappy swag doesn’t work
Cut like Tony Effe, bitch, I’m an icon
I ask the mirror who’s the fairest of them all
It replies, “Tony, you should’ve been a model”
Hey, how damn fresh I am
Captain, I score with a chip shot
I didn’t want to, but I am
Tony, icon, iconic
Ah, ah, bitch, money
Yes, yes, I’m always the same
I didn’t want to, but I am
Tony, icon, iconic
Ah, ah, bitch, money
Yes, yes, I’m always the same
New Patek from Geneva
I buy my girl a house in Brera
Money in grocery bags
From Colombia comes the surprise
Blonde cuts it, brunette weighs it
While you talk, I’m doing something else
Eleven chicks, looks like a soccer team
Number 10, I play in midfield
Foul, Tony Effe, yellow card
I don’t go out often, afraid of getting arrested
Balenciaga, I’d kill if someone stepped on them
I look down on rappers for how they dress
I spend crazy amounts while the money piles up
I didn’t want to, but I am
Tony, icon, iconic
Ah, ah, bitch, money
Yes, yes, I’m always the same
I didn’t want to, but I am
Tony, icon, iconic
Ah, ah, bitch, money
Yes, yes, I’m always the same