Monster Meek Mill

[Hook]
The money turned me into a monster (Hah!)
The money turned my noodles into pasta (Hah!)
The money turned my tuna into lobster (Whoa!)
They want to do me, I maneuver like a mobster, whoa!

[Verse 1]
4 A.M., I'm on the north side of Philly
Riding around like these haters don't want to kill me
It's a shame how they hate on me, you gotta feel me
I started out with a dollar and got a milli
Jahlil Beats, holla at me!
I'm like, "Do it for the gram, ho! Do it for the gram, ho!"
She don't want to bust it, I say, "Do it for them bands, yo!"
I say, "Do it for them bands"
Fucking with that broke nigga, you should do it for your man
Lately, I've been on the low with a ho that you probably know
Took her to the crib and met momma right at the door
Momma started smiling like, "Momma, I gotta go"
I done took so many trophies to momma
My momma know her son a real nigga
I get that money, pay them bills, nigga
My momma told me, "You a real nigga"
And I be hanging with them real killers
Now, what a feeling
When you looking at the latest whip and knowing you can cop it
Or looking at the baddest bitch and knowing you could pop it
The youngest nigga in my city doing it, I got it
On that other line with Benjamin, and money is the topic, Lord!