Monster lyrics
Meek ain't countin' money no more.
If it ain't right, it ain't right
Zip the bag up.

MMG
Drop it right there.
[Background female voice:]
Maybach music.

I got these niggas hating on me
But I don't give a fuck
Because they're bitches waiting on me
I'm just countin' all this money
And buyin' all these hammers,
So when these niggas play I let my shooters go bananas.
Dollars flashin' like a camera
My whip sounds like a monster
My bitch got on that shit, she got a million dollar-sponsor
These niggas gettin' sick
Somebody call a doctor
Cause all this blood's drippin' twenty racks on Louis Vuitton
I got Dolce and Gabanna,
Gucci, Louis, Prada,
Fly saddle, white socks, boy, I got a lotta.
My dream cabanas
That's where they'll probably find us
Tell me now the jail like sayonara to you others.

I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

Young nigga, lot of cash
Bad bitch, lotta ass,
Lambourghini kinda fast
It got these haters kinda mad
Make me bring them sticks out
AKA, look, they're comin'
Them niggas 're kinda nice
Which means that they kinda act.
I be on all kinds of shit
Boy, I get all kinds of cash,
Monday, I'm a wear my Jays,
Tuesday, my Prada bag,
Wednesday, I go Louie Vuitton,
And say: How you been? I say: Doin' fine.
But that ball hard like two Lebrons
I hit the booth with no shooting time

I'm Superman
My bitch is superfly
I make a hater wanna kill himself, suicide
That nigga play at me
He knows it's do-or-die
Cause I got a big Mac
And that bitch, be super-sized.
Rollin with a hundred goons
Boy I got a hundred jewls
Bout to fuck a hundred hoes
All them bitches coming soon.
Tell 'em I am coming now
Tell 'em I am coming, cool.
Buy my shit, it's superhot
I named my album 'Summer June'

I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

Bugatti and Rosay
Bout to meet Jose
He said 'Did that work',
And I was like 'OK'
She said 'Give me money'
I was like 'No way'
She got mad and touched my phone
Said, 'It ain't no work if it ain't no pay'.
I'm like 'Be gone, bitch
Be gone, bitch.'
I'll pop the guard
Turn on my On switch.
Them bitches ain't on that
Nigga, cause they're on this
You put more money in,
I put more money in.

I spoil them bitches
I employ them niggas.
Wipe my ass with the riches
Like they're some toilet tissue.
Fuck with the winner
Minx in a winner
Philadelphia millionaire
Meek be that nigga.
Your niggas hatin'
My niggas ballin',
Poppin' bands gettn' money buying them Magnum bottles,
My bitch is patient
Your bitch is boring,
Fuck her, that Friday night we both woke up this Sunday morning.

Can I ask a favor?
Please embrace the fact that Meek is just that boy now
Why fight it?
You're doing yourself the service.

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