From the boat to the boulevard… No handouts, no apologies. Cuban blood, Miami nights— They called him Tony Montanya. when they weren't calling him a wet back...uh uha ha ..let's see if he gotten back...Say hello to.......My....little...FRIEND!!! Came in with a suitcase, hunger in his eyes, Sun on the water but the city full of lies, No gold chain, no crew, no plan B, Just a sharp tongue, big dreams, and the need to be free. They laughed at the accent, laughed at the clothes, Now the same people watching every time that he rose. Palm trees swaying while the money hit the glass, Everybody want the future, nobody want the past. I’m tony Montanya the Cubano, pressure in my veins, Turned a cold little room to a penthouse in the rain. No favors from a boss, I was built for the throne, If I say it, then I mean it—never talk on the phone. Miami turned wicked when the money got loud, Hey… Come here—no, don’t start talking yet [Title: Tony Montanya] [Intro - Spoken Word, Different Voice: raspy, furious, theatrical male voice] You need a villain! You need somebody to blame! Point your fingers over here! Call me the bad guy—then look in the mirror! [Beat Drops] [Chorus - Sung/Rapped, Main Male Voice] My name’s Tony Montanya, think about it?.. fckn punk..im Over here, make uh move got the whole room watchin Gold lights, white walls, champagne spillin Say hello to my little speakers bumpin humpin....ya like that.... right there...when the bass hit, they all trembling like you [Spoken Word, Different Voice: raspy, furious, theatrical male voice] come.. over here... let me tell you.....something about me ok My name’s Tony Montanya, what you got to say to me. [Spoken Word, Different Voice: raspy, furious, theatrical male voice] say it to my fckn face...you hear me .....I said ...do you hear me...speak up.... got it? Over here, no fear, no apologies..what I did had to be....see punk..write that down Big dreams, big smoke, make big money...uh ha ha.... drive big cars... ..now I want to introduce you..to my best friend ...she Aint ever let me down...trust evry word ..she says....rtrtrrrtt is her favorite word [Spoken Word, Different Voice: raspy, furious, theatrical male voice] you understand .....what I'm sayin to you here.....[Spoken Word, Different Voice: raspy, furious, theatrical male voice]..uh ha ha.. Say hello to my little friend!!—the fckn night belongs to me..you understand..or you find something funny...[Spoken Word, Different Voice: raspy, furious, theatrical male voice] so your amused is that right..so I....amuse...you!.. I amuse you....like a fckn clown...is that what your sayin ...to Tony montanya...mothrfckr..ill...OK OK. Marble on the floor, red leather in the den Shadows by the window, can’t tell foe from friend Phones keep ringing, somebody wants a deal Smile for the cameras, but nothing here is real Tigers in the yard, helicopters in the sky Everybody’s loyal till it’s time to testify I don’t need permission, I don’t wait in line When I walk through the door, the whole place changes sides The city keeps calling, the bottles stay cold Everybody wants a taste when the story gets told Hands in the air when the drums come alive Tonight we run the world, let the whole room ride [Chorus - Sung/Rapped, Main Male Voice] My name’s Tony Montanya, what you gonna do about it? Over here, every move got the whole room watching Gold lights, white walls, champagne spilling Say hello when the bass hit, speakers all trembling My name’s Tony Montanya, what you gonna do about it? Over here, no fear, no apologies Big dreams, big smoke, make big money, drive big cars Say hello to my little friend—now the night belongs to me [Spoken Interlude - Different Voice: raspy, furious, theatrical male voice] You made me the monster! Now don’t act scared when I roar! Everybody talks big—until I walk through that door! [Verse 2 - Rapped, Main Male Voice] Black suit pressed clean, gold chain on the chest Everybody at the table says they know me best But a handshake changes when the pressure comes down One eye on the door, one eye on the crown Palm trees swaying while the sirens get near Loud music in the house, but I still hear fear Money talks slick, but the silence talks louder When the walls close in, every man gets prouder [Bridge - Sung with Spoken Background, Main Voice plus Different Spoken Voice] The music too loud, the pressure too strong One wrong word and the whole night’s gone Toast to the power, toast to the fame You can have the world, but it never stays You want the truth? you can't handle the truth! You want a target? Put my name on it! I’ll wear the blame like a crown! My name’s Tony Montanya, what you gonna do about it? Over here, every move got the whole room watching Gold lights, white walls, champagne spilling Say hello when the bass hit, speakers all trembling My name’s Tony Montanya, what you gonna do about it? Over here, no fear, no apologies Big dreams, big smoke, make big money, drive big cars Say hello to
