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 Amber 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!