Thu, Dec 9, 2010 at 3:31 PM
Pull up in the monster, automobile gangster
Wit’ a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
Yeah, I’m in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
You could be the king, but watch the queen conquer
Okay, first things first, I eat your brains
And then I’ma start rockin’ gold teeth and fangs
‘Cause that’s what a motherfuckin’ monster do
Hairdresser from Milan, that’s the monster ‘do
Monster Giuseppe heel, that’s the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
And I’m all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face
And if I’m fake, I ain’t noticed, ’cause my money ain’t
So let me get this straight: Wait, I’m the rookie?
But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
50K for a verse, no album out?
Yeah, my money’s so tall that my Barbies gotta climb it
Hotter than the Middle Eastern climate, violent
Tony Matterhorn, dutty wine it, wine it
Nicki on them titties when I sign it
Yo, these niggas so one-track-minded
But really, really, I don’t ever f-u-c-k
Forget Barbie, yeah, fuck Nicki, she-she’s fake
She on a diet but my pockets eatin’ cheesecake
And I’ll say, Bride of Chucky is child’s play
Just killed another career, it’s a mild day
Besides, ‘Ye, they can’t stand besides me
I think me, you and Am should menage Friday
(Pi-pi-pi-pi) Pink wig, thick ass, give ‘em whiplash
(Thi-thi-thi-thi) I think big, get cash, make ‘em blink fast
(Now-now-now-now) Now look at what you just saw
This is what (for-for-for-for) you live for
(Aaaaah!) I’m a motherfuckin’ monster!