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Monster Lyrics By Meek Mill

    hook
    the money turned me into a monster hah
    the money turned my noodles into pasta hah
    the money turned my tuna into lobster whoa
    they want to do me i maneuver like a mobster whoa

    4 am i’m on the north side of philly
    riding around like these haters don’t want to kill me
    it’s a shame how they hate on me you gotta feel me
    i started out with a dollar and got a milli
    jahlil beats holla at me
    i’m like do it for the gram ho do it for the gram ho
    she don’t want to bust it i say do it for them bands yo
    i say do it for them bands
    fucking with that broke nigga you should do it for your man
    lately i’ve been on the low with a ho that you probably know
    took her to the crib and met momma right at the door
    momma started smiling like momma i gotta go
    i done took so many trophies to momma
    my momma know her son a real nigga
    i get that money pay them bills nigga
    my momma told me you a real nigga
    and i be hanging with them real killers
    now what a feeling
    when you looking at the latest whip and knowing you can cop it
    or looking at the baddest bitch and knowing you could pop it
    the youngest nigga in my city doing it i got it
    on that other line with benjamin and money is the topic lord

    hook
    the money turned me into a monster hah
    the money turned my noodles into pasta hah
    the money turned my tuna into lobster whoa
    they want to do me i maneuver like a mobster whoa

    i put my jeweler on his feet on his feet
    hundred thou i used to do that every week every week
    never sleep it’s funny how it never speak never speak
    you see a foreign in my city that was meek whoa

    that was us never sweet never sweet
    we went to war niggas riding down the street brrrr
    popping that pistol they talking they never deep never deep
    dropping that nickel out something with leather seats
    i’ve been sitting on that money like a chair like a chair
    i’ve been getting to that money all year all year
    all year and my niggas all here
    but we started from the bottom we was selling hard squares
    baddest bitch in the game wearing my chain i’m ready
    switching lanes in that mulsanne like andretti skrt
    i do the balmain balenciaga no giuseppe
    if they sleep on meek milly i kill these niggas like i’m freddy oh
    i eat that pussy like a monster monster
    she gon’ ride the dick she need a sponsor ah
    you could tell i’m philly from my posture you know
    and we be whipping coca like it’s pasta whoa
    i be all money all money
    two milli four millino i need more money more money
    i get that see a bad bitch and be like ‘how you doing’ money
    they like how you doing honey oh

    hook
    the money turned me into a monster hah
    the money turned my noodles into pasta hah
    the money turned my tuna into lobster whoa
    they want to do me i maneuver like a mobster whoa

    i put my jeweler on his feet on his feet
    hundred thou i used to do that every week every week
    never sleep it’s funny how it never speak never speak
    you see a foreign in my city that was meek whoa

    Artist: Meek Mill

    Year: 2015

    Decade: 10s

    Language: en

    Word Count: 316