Lil Wayne - Monster lyrics

[Intro:]

Chrome on the monster leather intestines

Wit' a top model and a contestants

I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller

It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out 'da stroller

Chrome on the monster leather intestines

With a top model and a contestants

I'ma Rottweiler yes I'ma rock 'n' roller

It's Weezy Fuckin' Baby yeah straight up out da stroller

[Verse 1:]

Im higher than the solar system of the twizzle

Im like Macaulay Culkin I was rich when I was pissin'

On myself Im ballin' you niggaz haterholics

Im jus' the recipe so you can save the garlic

Im like a set of keys Im 'bout to get it started

I smoke 'dem Beverly Hills from California

'Dem bitches after me so I put that paddle on 'em

She rode my dick and said she shoulda put a saddle on 'em

I watch out for 'dem snakes listen for that rattle homie

And I ain’t got a clique I got a cattle homie

Wud up five kickin' back jus' bein' boo

Im talkin' foreign money like a European dude

Yeah Im heavy mane so you should reconsider

I hit you one time fuck up yo equilibrium

I got rhythm yeah I got soul yall

I travel all around the world like a postcard

My flow cold fuck around and get a cold sore

I got this bitch on lock like a closed door

Weezie's real 'dem otha' niggaz folklore

Im connected I got more hoods than a coat store

Im successful I got more shit than you can hope for

And I got thru 'dat water like a boat ore

Young Carter the name

Baby boy risin' like hot water and 'caine

[Bridge:]

Whip it stretch it and flip it

Reup stretch it and flip it [x3]

[Verse 2:]

Reup, we up in the club we up in the club

Money runnin' like water bitch get up in the tub

Im up in the club she up in the club he up in the club

Now she can't leave so we fuckin the club

Am I lucky or what Playboy Rabbit

And I like big tongues like skateboard fashion

I got more gurls than the Playboy Mansion

I bet I serve 'em up like my name Pete Samprace

And a nigga drink like the late Fred Sandford

And a nigga smoke like there is no cancer

And I know this world is so cold and decievin'

But I keep my head up like my nose is bleedin'

Yeah, and until that chosen evenin'

I'ma be screamin Apple and Eagle

Yeah that's rite Apple and Eagle

Hollygrove 17 I won't leave you

Nope, and this is just the preview

But I'm already workin on the sequel

Fuck wit' me wrong I'll fuck wit' yo home

Like a letter to the wife sayin' ya husband is gone

Like Muslim Im calm but like Muslim I'll bomb

And beat the track up like a hundred arms

Im funky like underarms

The engineers recordin a thunderstorm

My hunger forms then ring the alarms

The Carter 2 was nice but the third times a charm

[Outro:]

Weezy Fuckin'