Monster (Yung Gud Remix) lyrics

[An original Yung Gud beat over Meek Mill's track Monster]

[Hook:]
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 maneuver like a mobster

[Verse 1:]
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 f*cking with that broke n*gga 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*gga, I get that money pay them bills n*gga
My momma told me "you a real n*gga"
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 b*tch and knowing you could pop it
The youngest n*gga in my city doing it, I got it
On another level with Benjamin and money is the topic
Lord
[Hook:]
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 maneuver like a mobster

[Bridge:]
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 me

[Verse 2:]
That was us, never sweet
We went to war, n*ggas 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*ggas all here
But we started from the bottom we was selling hard squares
Baddest b*tch 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 n*ggas like I was Freddy
I eat that pus*y like a monster
She gon' ride this di*k, she need a sponsor
You could tell I'm Philly from my posture
And we be whipping coca like it's pasta
I be on money, 2 milly 4 milly no I need more money
I get that "see a bad b*tch and be like how you doing" money
They be like how you doing honey oh
[Hook:] + [Bridge:]
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 maneuver like a mobster

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 me