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Cam Fetti - MONSTER Lyrics




(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Camaran, can you say hi? Hello (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Let's go, yeah
In a different bag with this one
Fetti
Yeah, yeah, uh

They see I'm ballin now they tryna foul (Ball)
I'm loving the pressure, we rolling the pressure
The shit that you smelling is loud, you could hear it
Black lil' young nigga with money, they fear it (Let's go)
Fly like an airline, but ain't talking Spirit
They ass then woke up a monster
Booted up, all of this energy
Rocket on him, Houston, we have a problem (Help)

Aye, she f*ck with my kids like a nanny be
Really be drenched in that drip like a manatee
Look for the boss, I'm the man you see
Had to sit down and go plan it
Got up, when I hit the ground I just ran it
Niggas be fake as the f*ck, they be plastic
I'm bussing they ass out the wrapper
Shawty so bad, got that ass with the clappers (Uh-huh)
Get to the Bread University, come take a seat in my motherf*cking class
If you just got your first rack off of the stimulus
Might as well leave 'cause you not finna pass (You not)
Tweaking he havin' that metal, depend on that metal like he was in band playing brass
I bet that shit blow like a horn
I bet that this girl come and blow me like they do in
Like they do in them videos
Came back alive in a different mode, beast
Arrogant but I ain't Tae and I'm 'bout to f*ck all of these niggas up like I be Keith (Yeah)
Fresh from the head to the feet
Exotic only, I swear you could tell by the flakes on the leaf
Boy, I'm the chief like I'm Keef
Girl, cut it short with the talking, be brief
Just 'cause you got on expensive attire don't mean the expensive attire is fire
How you gon' say that you f*cking with me
Then go turning yo' back on the kid, you a liar
You laughing like this shit a game yeah
I must be a funny ass nigga like I'm Richard Pryor (I guess)
Shooting shit like Richard Porter
I'm at the crib with señora
We take a trip 'cross the border

They see I'm ballin now they tryna foul (Ball)
I'm loving the pressure, we rolling the pressure
The shit that you smelling is loud, you could hear it
Black lil' young nigga with money, they fear it (Let's go)
Fly like an airline, but ain't talking Spirit
They ass then woke up a monster
Booted up, all of this energy
Rocket on him, Houston, we have a problem (Help)
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(Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Camaran, can you say hi? Hello (Aye, aye, aye, aye)
Let's go, yeah
In a different bag with this one
Fetti
Yeah, yeah, uh

They see I'm ballin now they tryna foul (Ball)
I'm loving the pressure, we rolling the pressure
The shit that you smelling is loud, you could hear it
Black lil' young nigga with money, they fear it (Let's go)
Fly like an airline, but ain't talking Spirit
They ass then woke up a monster
Booted up, all of this energy
Rocket on him, Houston, we have a problem (Help)

Aye, she f*ck with my kids like a nanny be
Really be drenched in that drip like a manatee
Look for the boss, I'm the man you see
Had to sit down and go plan it
Got up, when I hit the ground I just ran it
Niggas be fake as the f*ck, they be plastic
I'm bussing they ass out the wrapper
Shawty so bad, got that ass with the clappers (Uh-huh)
Get to the Bread University, come take a seat in my motherf*cking class
If you just got your first rack off of the stimulus
Might as well leave 'cause you not finna pass (You not)
Tweaking he havin' that metal, depend on that metal like he was in band playing brass
I bet that shit blow like a horn
I bet that this girl come and blow me like they do in
Like they do in them videos
Came back alive in a different mode, beast
Arrogant but I ain't Tae and I'm 'bout to f*ck all of these niggas up like I be Keith (Yeah)
Fresh from the head to the feet
Exotic only, I swear you could tell by the flakes on the leaf
Boy, I'm the chief like I'm Keef
Girl, cut it short with the talking, be brief
Just 'cause you got on expensive attire don't mean the expensive attire is fire
How you gon' say that you f*cking with me
Then go turning yo' back on the kid, you a liar
You laughing like this shit a game yeah
I must be a funny ass nigga like I'm Richard Pryor (I guess)
Shooting shit like Richard Porter
I'm at the crib with señora
We take a trip 'cross the border

They see I'm ballin now they tryna foul (Ball)
I'm loving the pressure, we rolling the pressure
The shit that you smelling is loud, you could hear it
Black lil' young nigga with money, they fear it (Let's go)
Fly like an airline, but ain't talking Spirit
They ass then woke up a monster
Booted up, all of this energy
Rocket on him, Houston, we have a problem (Help)
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Writer: LATEEF KENNETH DAUMONT, TIMOTHY JEROME PARKER, ETHAN LULL PARSONAGE, CHARLES STEPHENS III, JARREN JARRED BENTON, CHRISTOPHER PARKER, ROBERT EDWARD STRIBLING, THEARTIS JERON THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Spirit Music Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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