Monster

The money turned me to a monster

The money turned my noodles into pasta

The money turned my tuna into lobster

They want to do me, I manuever like a mobster, whoa

4 A.M., I'm on the north side of Philly

Ridin' 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

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 ****, 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 ****

I get that money, pay them bills ****

My momma told me, you a real ****

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 **** in my city doing it, I got it

On another level with Benjamin and money is the topic, Lord

The money turned me to a monster

The money turned my noodles into pasta

The money turned my tuna into lobster

They want to do me, I manuever like a mobster, whoa

I put my jeweler on his feet

Hundred thou, I used to do that every week

Never sleep, it's funny how I never speak

You see a foreign in my city, that was Meek, whoa

That was us, never sweet

We went to war, **** riding down the street

Popping that pistol, they talking, they never deep

Dropping that nickel out something with leather seats

I've been sitting on that money like a chair

I've been getting to that money all year

All year and my **** 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 them lanes in that Mulsanne like Andretti

I do the Balmain, Balenciaga, no Giuseppe

If they sleep on Meek Milly, I kill these **** like I'm Freddy, oh

I eat that pussy like a monster

She gon' ride this dick, she need a sponsor

You could tell I'm Philly from my posture

And we be whipping coca like it's pasta, whoa

I be all money

2 mili, 4 mili, no, I need more money

I get that 'see a bad bitch and be like, "How you doing?"' money

They like how you doing honey, oh

The money turned me to a monster

The money turned my noodles into pasta

The money turned my tuna into lobster

They want to do me, I manuever like a mobster, whoa

I put my jeweler on his feet

Hundred thou, I used to do that every week

Never sleep, it's funny how it never speak

You see a foreign in my city, that was Meek, whoa