text: Bitch, Im a monster, no-good blood-sucker
  Fat motherfucker, now look whos in trouble
  As you run through my jungles all you hear is rumbles
  Kanye West samples, heres one for example
  Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
  Everybody know Im a motherfucking monster
  Ima need to see your fucking hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fucking hands at the concert
  Profit, profit, nigga, I get it
  Everybody know Im a motherfucking monster
  Ima need to see your fucking hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fucking hands
  Uh, the best living or dead hands down, huh
  Less talk, more head right now, huh
  And my eyes more red than the devil is
  And Im bout to take it to another level, bitch
  Nah, nah, who you go and get, aint nobody cold as this
  Do the rap and the track, triple double, no assists
  And my only focus is staying on some bogus shit
  Arguing with my older bitch, acting like I owe her shit
  I heard that people sing raps to give the track pain
  Bought the chain that always give me back pain
  Fucking up my money so, yeah, I had to act sane
  Chi nigga but these hoes love my accent
  Chick came up to me and said, This the number to dial
  If you wanna make your number one your number two now
  Mix that Goose and Malibu, I call it Malibooyah
  Goddamn, Yeezy, how he hit em with a new style?
  Know that motherfucker well: What you gon do now?
  Whatever I wanna do, gosh! Its cool now
  Know Im gonna do, ah, its the new now
  Think you motherfuckers really really need to cool out
  Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
  Everybody know Im a motherfucking monster
  Ima need to see your fucking hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fucking hands at the concert
  Profit, profit, nigga, I get it
  Everybody know Im a motherfucking monster
  Ima need to see your fucking hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fucking hands
  Uh, look like a fat booty Celine Dion
  Sex is on fire, Im the King of Leon-a Lewis
  Beyond the truest, hey, teacher, teacher
  Tell me how do you respond to students?
  Thats the monster with the flows, monster with the shows
  Monster with clothes, monster with the hoes
  Buy em new heels just to keep em on they toes
  Keep it Drew Hill, fly steps from the door
  The plan was to drink until the pain over
  But whats worse, the pain or the hangover?
  Fresh air, rollin down the window
  Too many Urkels on your team, thats why your wins low
  Dont make me pull the toys out, huh
  Dont make me pull the toys
  And fire up the engines, huh
  And then they make noise
  Gossip, gossip, nigga, just stop it
  Everybody know Im a motherfucking monster
  Ima need to see your fucking hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fucking hands at the concert
  Profit, profit, nigga, I get it
  Everybody know Im a motherfucking monster
  Ima need to see your fucking hands at the concert
  Ima need to see your fucking hands
  Pull up in the monster, automobile gangsta
  With a bad bitch that came from Sri Lanka
  Yeah Im in that Tonka, color of Willy Wonka
  You could be the king but watch the queen conquer
  Okay, first things first, Ill eat your brains
  Then Ima start rocking gold teeth and fangs
  Cause thats what a motherfucking monster do
  Hair dresser from Milan, thats the monster do
  Monster Giuseppe heel, thats the monster shoe
  Young Money is the roster and a monster crew
  And Im all up, all up, all up in the bank with the funny face
  And if Im fake, I aint notice cause my money aint
  So let me get this straight, wait, Im the rookie?
  But my features and my shows ten times your pay?
  50K for a verse, no album out
  Yeah, my moneys so tall that my Barbies got to climb it
  Hotter than a Middle Eastern climate, violent
  Tony Matterhorn, Dutty Wine it, wylin
  Nicki on them titties when I sign it
  Thats how these niggas so one-track-minded
  Pink wig, thick ass, give em whiplash
  I think big, get cash, make em blink fast
  Now look at what you just saw, this is what you live for
  Aaaah, Im a motherfucking monster!
  I, I crossed the limelight
  And Ill, Ill let God decide
  And I, I wouldnt last these shows
  So I, I am headed home
  I, I crossed the limelight
  And Ill, Ill let God decide 
  And I, I wouldnt last these shows
  So I, I am headed home
  I, I crossed the limelight
  And Ill, Ill let God decide
  And I, I wouldnt last these shows
  So I, I am headed home