MONSTER Lyrics

(Aye, aye, aye, aye)

Camaran, can you say hi? Hello (Aye, aye, aye, aye)

Let's go, yeah

In a different bag with this one

Fetti

Yeah, yeah, uh

They see I'm ballin now they tryna foul (Ball)

I'm loving the pressure, we rolling the pressure

The shit that you smelling is loud, you could hear it

Black lil' young nigga with money, they fear it (Let's go)

Fly like an airline, but ain't talking Spirit

They ass then woke up a monster

Booted up, all of this energy

Rocket on him, Houston, we have a problem (Help)

Aye, she fuck with my kids like a nanny be

Really be drenched in that drip like a manatee

Look for the boss, I'm the man you see

Had to sit down and go plan it

Got up, when I hit the ground I just ran it

Niggas be fake as the fuck, they be plastic

I'm bussing they ass out the wrapper

Shawty so bad, got that ass with the clappers (Uh-huh)

Get to the Bread University, come take a seat in my motherfucking class

If you just got your first rack off of the stimulus

Might as well leave 'cause you not finna pass (You not)

Tweaking he havin' that metal, depend on that metal like he was in band playing brass

I bet that shit blow like a horn

I bet that this girl come and blow me like they do in

Like they do in them videos

Came back alive in a different mode, beast

Arrogant but I ain't Tae and I'm 'bout to fuck all of these niggas up like I be Keith (Yeah)

Fresh from the head to the feet

Exotic only, I swear you could tell by the flakes on the leaf

Boy, I'm the chief like I'm Keef

Girl, cut it short with the talking, be brief

Just 'cause you got on expensive attire don't mean the expensive attire is fire

How you gon' say that you fucking with me

Then go turning yo' back on the kid, you a liar

You laughing like this shit a game yeah

I must be a funny ass nigga like I'm Richard Pryor (I guess)

Shooting shit like Richard Porter

I'm at the crib with señora

We take a trip 'cross the border

They see I'm ballin now they tryna foul (Ball)

I'm loving the pressure, we rolling the pressure

The shit that you smelling is loud, you could hear it

Black lil' young nigga with money, they fear it (Let's go)

Fly like an airline, but ain't talking Spirit

They ass then woke up a monster

Booted up, all of this energy

Rocket on him, Houston, we have a problem (Help)