Lyrics Monte Carlo - Pharoahe Monch, Brady Watt, Caye

Monte Carlo

It’s only half past five, but I’m swimmin six drinks deep
Seven eight hundred lies, really took a toll on me
Can’t you tell me none of this is real
And you don’t give a fuck bout me
I been tryna tell you how
I feel I been suffocating, waiting, on ya
Tell me if you’re comin home baby
Tell me if you’re comin home baby
Girl you’re so controlling, push me, pull me
You know that you got me goin crazy
Tell me if you aint comin home baby
You say you love me then you leave me just to fuck with my head
You give me pussy just to please me then you do it again
I don’t need your friendship baby
It’s only your lovin that I want
Say you don’t need me so this time it’s me who’s leaving instead
I’m so hip hop, I caught the Holy-Ghost-Face-Mobb-Deep problems
In my sleeping bag and I still don’t know how to solve them
I gave you the code to my socials for you to look at my DMs, see
You still Quick to run in my DM’s like DMC
Women explore me orally
You’re the one I stopped for messin with my head like you obtained permanent
lock jaw
Why?
Are you fuckin with my brain?
I whispered to you «babe I love you»… (crickets)
That energy you sending back to me is just not feeling the same
I pray you never get a win again, treated me like a puppet so
I got you a ticket to the Dominican Republic
Stole your Gucci gift cards
Check the Gucci gift box
Cop the Gucci Sandals
Get a pedicure, kick rocks
Oooh!
you the president now
Fan page, huh
You’re on Idris Elba’s Instagram page huh
You like accents and acting now huh
Fuck outta here
You say you love me then you leave me just to fuck with my head
You give me pussy just to please me then you do it again
I don’t need your friendship baby, it’s only your lovin that I want
Say you don’t need me so this time it’s me who’s leaving instead