Como Tony (part. Eladio Carrión)

(It's WICKED OUTSIDE)

Yeah, yeah
The bills are piling up, the business is running
The crew's on alert, ready for the noise
I'm sad inside, even though you see me smiling
You don't get my lifestyle, but that's cool, I get you

So-called friends want me to take the wrong path
They throw shade, but they don't know I'm a badass
It didn't happen overnight, I worked my ass off for this
My homies in the H, fuckers, I never moved

Ey
And rolling with the crew, I got more street
With the same intentions to make money every day
We’re partying daily with Eladio

And to the body, whatever it craves, and whoever asks, we give it
The bad stuff, we toss it, the good stuff, I keep
You’re out with all your girls, I’m with the bums
I roll with the bums (yeah)

Gucci, Louis V, Coco Chanel
I’m chasing this money, I don’t stop running
She’s a demon, I call her Annabelle
I land and my Lambo’s waiting, what power

I feel like Tony Montana, like Tony Montana
With my three guns on me and my four Cubans
I’m not afraid to die, if it’s my time tomorrow
I’ll go out like a boss, I’ll leave like Montana

Since I was a kid, I liked being this way
Rolling like Tony, I grew up like Montana
Hanging in the ranch, in the city, or in the city

The bubbles from the champagne rising, and I’m still here
Everyone’s staring at me, must be the bling-bling
Riding on the jet, counting easy money, yeah, yeah, yeah

Easy money that we carry, the AKs, the Rs, and the guns
Sometimes, I forget what I’ve achieved, infinite money, what I’ve earned
I know very well where I come from, I don’t owe anything to anyone
In the Fendi, in the Dior, I keep myself entertained, I keep laughing alone

Hands up and I look up
Thanks to those who change my life
I haven’t changed and they haven’t caught up

I’m not pretending either
I earned it all by myself, and now they say I’m the bad guy
Whenever they want, we’ll bury them, that’s why we carry the devils

Ey
And rolling with the crew, I got more street
With the same intentions to make money every day
We’re partying daily with Eladio

And to the body, whatever it craves, and whoever asks, we give it
The bad stuff, we toss it, the good stuff, I keep
You’re out with all your girls, I’m with the bums
I roll with the bums.