Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Monster, artist - Jo RodeoDate of issue: 03.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Monster |
| Lungs full of dust like a |
| Walkin' through the projects, chillin' with the dope fiends |
| Now you know real street nigga, I don’t gangbang |
| Bread Winner Cartel, I’ve been to the Chain Gang |
| We go to Florida gonna get it out in Georgia, comin' with it |
| Pistol and the chicken in the navy Honda Civic |
| Said you know a nigga hit the flip phone |
| I don’t conversate with nigga’s women, I don’t sit long |
| Niggas get scatterless, fuck it I can handle this |
| Twenty K in my denim jeans, everything that I want, a jet |
| Aye, money turn my noodles into pasta, 22s into choppers |
| Even turn my shoes into Pradas, beast mode nigga, I turn into a monster |
| to a check, a G for the belt, 500 for the sweats |
| Every city I go make a complete mess, slit her throat tell your ho eat this |
| Stickin' and dippin' up in her she trippin', no children, in love with the hair, |
| the ass, million |
| Bitches be screamin' hey Rodeo we finally feel you, is it because I’m only |
| tourin' with Future? |
| It gotta be, I see a lot of me, there’s only one of me, he’s a wannabe |
| Where you gonna be, deep, probably somewhere under me |
| Smokin thundee tree, shoppin' at the Dollar Tree, you tryin' to doubt me, |
| you a gottabe |
| My niggas gotta eat, like I hit the lottery, the plug callin' me, |
| he say proud of me |
| Movin' this work how I feed the economy |
| High as a kite, bitch I’m a star, my major astronomy |
| Franklin keep fightin' me, honestly, ok that’s fine with me |
| I can’t deny degree, or, cash is cash to me |
| Who do I trust, me |
| Nothing come over my bucks, greed |
| You said you gon' what? |
| Leave |
| I do what I want, you say that you do but you don’t, nigga |
| Who do I trust, me |
| Nothing come over my bucks, green |
| You said you gon' what? |
| Leave |
| I do what I want, you say that you do but you don’t, nigga |
| Lungs full of dust like a |
| Walkin' through the projects, chillin' with the dope fiends |
| Now you know real street nigga, I don’t gangbang |
| Bread Winner Cartel, I’ve been to the Chain Gang |
| We go to Florida gonna get it out in Georgia, comin' with it |
| Pistol and the chicken in the navy Honda Civic |
| Say you know a nigga hit the flip phone |
| I don’t conversate with nigga’s women I don’t sit long |
| Bad vibe, exit from around you if it feel wrong |
| 38 snub, Mac-11, and my dick long |
| Twenty-seven Os recompressing in the fish bowl |
| , Thirty-six that’s a |
| Automatic got me slowin' down the tempo |
| I don’t gotta talk women pickin' you for info |
| Touchdown 100 yard dash 'til the endzone |
| Clutch Hail Mary still prayin' that we get home |
| Who do I trust, me |
| Nothing come over my bucks, greed |
| You said you gon' what? |
| Leave |
| I do what I want, you say that you do but you don’t, nigga |
| Who do I trust, me |
| Nothing come over my bucks, green |
| You said you gon' what? |
| Leave |
| I do what I want, you say that you do but you don’t, nigga |