They call me F-L-A-C-K-O, and don't play no bout my place Fake potato on that Draco, new bandana on my face Ain't no stains up on my drapes, squeaky clean You say, peep the teeth, no dentures please Princess cut, no dentist please Say cheese for the cameras Ain't G's for the dancers Been G's in the state Been Lee's for the families But it all go to waste So what more can I say? Praise to the Lord, give him grace Scar on my face But wait The world is yours, Scarface How it's always yours? I ain't duckin', I ain't duckin' bullets either I ain't duck sauce since I became a vegan Flock with Jodie Caesar Proud of pants before the season Probably ducked off in a quiet place with your breezy Proud of shades, probably why you couldn't see them Proud of me I would like to dedicate to the scar on my face All the stars of the globe The world is yours, Scarface I would like to dedicate to the scar on my face And the stars on the globe The world is yours, Scarface Uh, no, this ain't no hookah Smokin' while I'm strollin' down Wooster Buck 15, my babushka No pistol poppers and prostitutes Card scammers and the Prada boosters Low top, yeah, the powder blue ones You robber too, huh? Power to ya, hallelujah Better pray to God I would like to dedicate to the scar on my face All the stars of the globe The world is yours, Scarface I would like to dedicate to the scar on my face And the stars on the globe The world is yours, Scarface Pearls and diamonds, that's excessive Money power, that's excessive Money problems, that's expected Marijuana, ass and brushes Pearls and diamonds, that's excessive Money power, that's excessive Money problems, that's expected Marijuana, ass and brushes