Shigga Shay - Monster Remix lyrics

(Vanessa Fernandez) I shoot the lights out, Hide till it's bright out Oh, just another lonely night.. Are you willing to sacrifice your life? (Sheikh Haikel) Light, Bright! We stay tight Come together take new flights To new heights, Right! Yeah! I remain the Godfather You go ahead *RAARRR* and be the Monster.. (Hook: ShiGGa Shay) Gossip, Gossip hater just stop it Everybody know I'm a muthaf**in Monster I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands at the concert I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands at the concert Profit Profit hater I got it, everybody know I'mma muthaf**in' Monster I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands at the concert I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands (Verse: ShiGGa Shay) Will you choose money or die to really stay old-school If you chose the latter sorry nobody knows you Your time is UP! Go check the elevator Maybe escalator, aggravate ya hater, later alligator Never get sick of these kids like Angelina, Jolie Homie you don't know me, no Calls you're Phony Obscene machine that rhymes bout getting cream I get more PROPS than what you get Behind-The-Scenes Girls call me "Genie" Shigga I really wanna bottle you FI-FAI-FO-FUM Giant, you a molecule Throw you up and smash you 'fore you even hit the ground Staple your face on a pillow go ahead and sleep now Keep sleepin' on me you gon' see me in ya nightmare Dickhead rappers I call em BuzzLightYear Diss me a on a song just to get my updates Blame yourself when Im on a magazine frontpage "He's never gonna make it he's just tryin to be cool…" At least I'm on WorldStar where the f** were you? If Asians eat dogs, I see plenty of Scooby-Doos Run Hater Run! 'fore I tear your booty too! Name one artist that be hotter than me I'mma pull his tongue out cause that is funny to me You wanna talk sh**, here's some paper you can doodle on Quit sayin you're famous you can't even be Googled on Haters hated but still downloaded my Mixtape I'm probably on their most played list, sh**face Lion City's in my blood, you better believe You gotta with them, you got a problem with me! (Hook: ShiGGa Shay) Gossip, Gossip hater just stop it Everybody know I'm a muthaf**in Monster I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands at the concert I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands at the concert Profit Profit hater I got it, everybody know I'mma muthaf**in' Monster I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands at the concert I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands (Verse: Mark Bonafide) Stop for a second, I'mma come thru a second Wanna hate me the ladies still love me I reckon I dont get into no teckin like the Sun I beckon I talk Cla** you be signin up for my Lessons All black suits and velvet boots, thats all it took For the ladies to look, plus my music's good Misunderstood? I'm doin you good Thank me now? Oh, I never thought that you would I don't wear no du-rags no hash for tags You just caught on my sh**, like you was Jet-lagged So called friends, wanna just stab me in the back Jealous they girl, want me to ma**ive attack Award winning co-writing the year's best track While you still hatin be sure to duplicate that Ya new hit was my first ever f**in demo I'm on that future swag, I thought you already know.. You look at me different cause I can't pretend I don't take no suppliments I just be who I am I am my own stylist, I make my own guestlist I make you bat your eyelids you never seen the flyest (Hook: ShiGGa Shay) Gossip, Gossip hater just stop it Everybody know I'm a muthaf**in Monster I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands at the concert I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands at the concert Profit Profit hater I got it, everybody know I'mma muthaf**in' Monster I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands at the concert I'mma need to see ya f**in' hands (Verse: Vanessa Fernandez) You can tell a Monster from the way he opens his mouth And nothing comes out but lies, you should recognise Everytime he talk sh** is like stench from the trash Tryna school everyone else but you ain't got no cla** b**h get a f**in clue, I don't even talk to you But since you indirectly directing your disrespect at me Lets go, I'mma listen 1 2 3 and when Im done Lets see if you still got the balls to f** with me First things first I never talk sh** behind your back I told you to your face whenever you were biting someone else's track Go ahead fool you can talk on Twitter all you want But while you talking to a headphone I be talking to a swarm I twist the knife a little deeper, satisfy nobody when you got a tiny pipa And can you pull a hot broad without tellin her how you'll turn her into a big star Wwwwhats that coming over the hill? its a muthaf**in doctor call it Mr Lack-of-Sk** Ain't enough apologies to try to steal some change from me And ratting out your brother when you know you were a f**in thief Tell me that you change but boy you still the damn same lame Blame your best friend, threw him in the lion's den And that's right, I got it all on black & white Sittin on my desktop with your name in bold headline So think twice before you write your next rhyme Tired tired of your moaning and groaning like a frankenstein Dont give a damn how many hits attached to your name If you a real game changer you don't even need to stick a claim And just in case I need to S-P-E-L-L it dude Heres another thing that I can do much better than you do