Meek Mill - Monster (Yung Gud Remix) 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 k** 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, f**ing with that broke n***a 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, my momma know I said a real n***a, I get that money pay them bills n***a My momma told me "you a real n***a" And I be hanging with them real k**ers Now what a feeling when you looking at the latest whip and knowing you can cop it Or looking at the baddest b**h and knowing you could pop it The youngest n***a 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 j**eler 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 me That was us, never sweet We went to war n***as 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 n***as all here But we started from the bottom we was selling hard squares Baddest b**h in the game wearing my chain I'm ready Switching them lanes in that Mulsanne like I'm Andretti I do the Balmain, Balenciaga, no Giuseppe If they sleep on Meek Milly I k** these n***as like I'm Freddy I eat that p**y 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 c**a like it's pasta I be on money, 2 milly 4 milly no I need more money I get that "see a bad b**h and be like how you doing" money They 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 j**eler 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 me