Monster
Meek Mill Song Lyrics

The money turned me into a monster

The money turned my noodles into pasta

The money turned my tuna into lobster

They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster.

4 a.m. 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

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 got to go

I done took so many trophies to momma that momma know

I said 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 another level with benjamin and money is the topic

Lord.

The money turned me into a monster

The money turned my noodles into pasta

The money turned my tuna into lobster

They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster.

I put my jeweler on his feet

Hundred thou I used to do that every week

Never sleep its funny how I never speak

You see a foreign in my city that was me.

That was us, never sweet

We went to war niggas riding down the street

Popping that pistol they talking they never did

Dropping the nickel with something that never cease

I've been sitting on that money like a chair

I've been getting to that money 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 I'm andretti

I do the balmain, balenciaga, no giuseppe

If they sleep on meek milly I kill these niggas like I was freddy

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 its pasta

I be on money, 2 milly 4 milly no I need more money

I get that 'see a bad bitch and be like how you doing' money

They be like how you doing honey oh...

The money turned me into a monster

The money turned my noodles into pasta

The money turned my tuna into lobster

They want to do me I'mma do it like a mobster.

I put my jeweler on his feet

Hundred thou I used to do that every week

Never sleep its funny how I never speak

You see a foreign in my city that was me.