Monster
Had to cut that girl off I ain't even want to
I ain't even want to
I ain't even want to
Had to cut her friends off I ain't even want you
I ain't even want you
I ain't even want you
I don't wanna fight yeah
Talk down it's on sight yeah
Riding with a pipe yeah
All my dogs gone bite yeah
I get way too hype yeah
I might punch a dyke yeah
Send him to the light yeah
I'm pouring dirty sprite yeah
Haters calling my phone
I don't pick up my phone
I'm in different time zones
Copy me you just a clone
I did all this shit my own
They wanna be us
We just do our job
I can teach you how to walk can teach you how to talk
Every song I drop this year I swear that shit ain't gonna flop
I'mma keep on stacking racks until I pull up in a drop
I'mma keep on stacking racks until I motherfuckin drop
I see you at the bottom me and my gang at the top
(skrr)
Pull up Neiman Marcus love to shop
Pour me numb sorry baby I know I said I would stop
I was two months on the X and ain't nobody wanna talk
Now I'm up and everybody wanna flock
You be in the slums with them bums
(Yeah) I be with the gods
Counting money and we staying on the rise
Oh no no please don't lie to me
Don't go and pick no sides with me
I can see the fake in your eyes it ain't surprising me
I'm up in the hills right now it ain't no finding me
I'mma keep on stacking my dough stick to the plan
(Shh)
I can't speak I gotta show them I'm the man
I gotta show them I'm the man
I gotta show them I'm the man
They gonna know
They gonna know
I ain't even want to
I ain't even want to
Had to cut her friends off I ain't even want you
I ain't even want you
I ain't even want you
I don't wanna fight yeah
Talk down it's on sight yeah
Riding with a pipe yeah
All my dogs gone bite yeah
I get way too hype yeah
I might punch a dyke yeah
Send him to the light yeah
I'm pouring dirty sprite yeah
Haters calling my phone
I don't pick up my phone
I'm in different time zones
Copy me you just a clone
I did all this shit my own
They wanna be us
We just do our job
I can teach you how to walk can teach you how to talk
Every song I drop this year I swear that shit ain't gonna flop
I'mma keep on stacking racks until I pull up in a drop
I'mma keep on stacking racks until I motherfuckin drop
I see you at the bottom me and my gang at the top
(skrr)
Pull up Neiman Marcus love to shop
Pour me numb sorry baby I know I said I would stop
I was two months on the X and ain't nobody wanna talk
Now I'm up and everybody wanna flock
You be in the slums with them bums
(Yeah) I be with the gods
Counting money and we staying on the rise
Oh no no please don't lie to me
Don't go and pick no sides with me
I can see the fake in your eyes it ain't surprising me
I'm up in the hills right now it ain't no finding me
I'mma keep on stacking my dough stick to the plan
(Shh)
I can't speak I gotta show them I'm the man
I gotta show them I'm the man
I gotta show them I'm the man
They gonna know
They gonna know
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Writer(s): Mercedes Marcus
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