3-PEAT Lyrics

I can't believe we're almost half-way through this project already

This shit's fire as fuck

Monnzy LP on the way

In the meantime, this is gonna have to hold ya'll over

Yea

At the point where cooking bangers is too easy for me

the only hard part's converting my sound waves into paper

I will never sell my soul and move out west like Lakers

I'd rather be buried alive like the Undertaker

Face down ass up is how I like my women

No time for talking, I'd rather focus on making millions

Time is money so either we're working towards winning

Or your distracting the king from his primary mission

Eat that pussy from the back, then pound it to submission

Then go right back to grilling up fire in the kitchen

Not even thinking bout slowing down, I'm speeding up

G seven's all around the world, won't need Expedia

You can't fuck with me, I'll be the next Top G (haram)

Killing every beat, theres no one can stop me

From catching my dream, stacking green Monopoly

This is a three-peat, three for three when it's Monnzy on the fucking beat

People coming at me crazy since I made the choice

To use my voice to make some noise, I feel like Royce

I'm fighting bad and evil, opening the eyes of people

Who otherwise would walk around blind, their brains are feeble

We're all brainwashed by the media to some degree

But most of ya'll are diving head first like pedigrees

I'm through with trying to change the world, but I'll keep changing me

Until the mirror shows me everything I wanna be

You can't fuck with me, I'll be the next Top G (what color's your Bugatti)

Killing every beat, theres no one can stop me

From catching my dream, stacking green Monopoly

This is a three-peat, three for three when it's Monnzy on the fucking beat