Monsta Lyfe Lyrics

You all talk, nigga, yeah, you just runnin' your mouth

Yeah, I run with the mafia, yeah, we got choppas out

You the type of nigga be scared when it comes down to it

I got tunnel vision , nigga, I see right through it

I'm flyer than a parachute, ho, I ain't spend no money on you

Yeah, niggas pop out shot, we ain't do no talkin' no oh

I'm the type of nigga that spend like 500 on dinner

Nigga, you a shrimp, yeah, this nigga a Bottom feeder

I be talkin' shit, yeah, nigga, I really mean it

Yeah, this beat, this case, yeah, nigga, was speeding down the highway

I ain't finna pay for noting, the government take my paper

something, I'm so clean, I've been movin' soap

Niggas ain't see my vision, paper green call that shit spinach

Niggas really got time for this, I ain't do no arguing find me then

the label want to sign me, they want to pay me for makin' rhymes

Makin' bands, that dollar sign, my flow so raw, I should be a crime

like how many clothes are gon' fit in there, yeah, this girl I got rid of her

Shit, I got really sick of her, I don't really think ill miss her

I'ma show up I'ma slide, nerdy ass, his name Clyde

I get this whip, it glide, I'ma chef I'm cookin' it up

I'm a dog, I'm pickin' it up

Yeah, I told this girl to shut-up

Yeah, this nigga need to grow up

Talk to me when you sober up

Trae young how I shoot that floater uh

My whole gang, we're all black, but we not opium

Yeah, this nigga need help, but there ain't no help for him

Look at my patek yeah, it's new, yeah, I uzi my wrist

Got a Gucci bucket hat in my future

Young Thug, how I'm slimming' shit

You all talk, nigga, yeah, you just runnin' your mouth

Yeah, I run with the mafia, yeah, we got choppas out

You the type of nigga be scared when it comes down to it

I got tunnel vision , nigga, I see right through it

I'm flyer than a parachute, ho, I ain't spend no money on you

Yeah, niggas pop out shot, we ain't do no talkin' no oh

I'm the type of nigga that spend like 500 on dinner

Nigga, you a shrimp, yeah, this nigga a Bottom feeder

Yeah, my trigger finger itchy , yeah, I'm rockin' Ricky

Nickelodeon sticky, yeah, she miss me, kiss me

VVS blingy, yeah, yeah

I'm the type of nigga that spend like five thousand on shoes

Yeah, you don't match my fly nah, I can't hang with you

Yeah, you feel my aura, I'm a money soarer

high speed chase floor it , many girls adore me

Yeah, but I ignore it, I'm a loyal type of guy

Yeah, I'm the type of nigga that say he want to go to the moon

Yeah, I'm the leader, yeah, nigga, I pick and choose

Yeah

Yeah, yeah