Monster Jam

(albüm: Box Office - 2019)

Fucking with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam
Up in that monster lam', in that truck, going ham
I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan
I'm jumping off the ramp like I don't give a damn
Fucking with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam
Up in that monster lam', in that truck, going ham
I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan
I'm jumping off the ramp like I don't give a damn

I la-la-la-la-la-la-land on that Learjet
8 M.S., the fast gear set
Timon and Pumbaa, I'm that meerkat
Looking at 'em like, "damn, why she wear that?"
Tell 'em silly rabbits we ain't pulling tricks
Don't need no stunt doubles, I'm still doing tricks
You see the bags and the kicks?
You see the whip on the six?
Ha, (listen) step up your budget (bitch)
I'm full force, that drift proper
This good horse, that jaw-dropper
We flying in on them choppers
Just to meet these personal shoppers
Don't step to me, though, that's improper
Eat the cake, no Betty Crocker
Send hits and make hits
We a factory with no floppers
Came up in it, Blue Thunder-ing
Got all these niggas shook, they crumbling
Off with they heads, they tumbling
Stumbling, mmm, they mumbling
Make these bitches splat like a Rorschach
'Cause I run them over in a Porsche-Porsche
Could've swerved on them, but of course-course
They all wanna be endorse-'dorsed

Fucking with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam
Up in that monster lam', in that truck, going ham
I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan
I'm jumping off the ramp like I don't give a damn
Fucking with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam
Up in that monster lam', in that truck, going ham
I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan
I'm jumping off the ramp like I don't give a damn

I been ate that shit
I'm still counting my calories
Can't hear your voice (what?)
Over the sound of my salaries
I'm not even full yet
Still room for me to eat
My pockets is hungry
Bon appétit
Works really good with all the dick-riding
My coattails [?] not dividing
This my shit, work hard for it
Unless you spit for it, I'll put a [?] on it
Bitches be wanting what I have
Only thing green is my moneybag
The Louis bag, I don't want [?]
Just killed another track, now we up in the mag'
Speaking of mag', I'm fucking magnif'
Gift of gab, I'm a magnet
I am not the one to take for granted
I'm the realest nigga on the planet
You see that Gucci that be on my jacket?
Winning like I'm on the top of that bracket
If now you know that they rigging the ballot
I'd rather throw than bury the hatchet

Fucking with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam
Up in that monster lam', in that truck, going ham
I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan
I'm jumping off the ramp like I don't give a damn
Fucking with that monster jam, like it's that monster jam
Up in that monster lam', in that truck, going ham
I been that monster, damn, like you my monster fan
I'm jumping off the ramp like I don't give a damn

Ha ha ha, I wouldn't even run you over
Y'all not even worth it, ha
Coming for me like you don't even know what a Porsche feels like
Ha ha ha ha
Interior designer
Ha ha ha