(Verse 1: Tassia Reis)

They wish me a “Happy Birthday”
But they want me dead
They want what i have, they want me as a hostage
And i just want my gin
I’m drinking my booze
While I’m listening to Goldlink and thinking about them based on
Linking the hoods that i’ve been through
With the ones where i came from
They can’t stand black ladies getting gigs and making money from them
They just think that girls like me were born to serve like
(Who?)

(Chorus: Tassia Reis)

There’re so many weird things I’ve listened to
In those past 29 years that I’ve been living, baby
There’re so many times that I got loaded with Bacardi like Cardi B

There’re so many weird things I’ve listened to
In those past 29 years that I’ve been living, baby
There’s so much creep shit that I faced and then I got over it

(Verse 2: Tassia Reis)

I listen to gabbles about Bitcoins
And my mind says: “Bitch, get out!”
Only 50 has made millions
For me to make thousands, it’s already a struggle
Dollar, Dollar, Euro, Euro, Euro
Imma make cash applications
Look, Look, Look at this interesting thing:
Imagine the whole ghetto making millions
Dollar, Dollar, Euro, Euro, Euro
Just for seeking provisions to equip the team
Let’s go, Let’s go, I don’t even have time
If I’m able to sleep, that’s already a huge privilege

(Chorus: Tassia Reis)

There’re so many weird things I’ve listened to
In those past 29 years that I’ve been living, baby
There’re so many times that I got loaded with Bacardi like Cardi B

There’re so many weird things I’ve listened to
In those past 29 years that I’ve been living, baby
There’s so much creep shit that I faced and then I got over it

(Verse 3: Tassia Reis)

Gurl, you’re famous! (Me?)
You just come out all “bling bling”
(What?)
You became notorius from thin air
I wish it could be that easy for me
(Okay then...)
It’s obvious that you are a millionaire
(Wtf?)
Because when you were poor, you weren’t like this
(Laughters)
Now you are all stylish
Wearing bold wigs
Can you give me one? (Who? Me?)

(Chorus: Tassia Reis)

There’re so many weird things I’ve listened to
In those past 29 years that I’ve been living, baby
There’re so many times that I got loaded with Bacardi like Cardi B

There’re so many weird things I’ve listened to
In those past 29 years that I’ve been living, baby
There’s so much creep shit that I faced and then I got over it

(Monna Brutal)

Henessi. Ending with Black Bugatti
Collecting Gucci stuff
Brute Monna, the monster
I’m playing the game and I came up to reset it
I’m the demon of verses, you betta start praying
Preppy girls’ tears quadruple the cash yield
“Monna” for the close ones, “Torment” for the rest
Making a killing at each rhyme
And I keep my mockery alive
Crooks will be starving if our defeat feed us
Silly boy, we are the gainful girls
212 it’s just a friendly souvenir for us
I only wear gold chains on my fucking neck
And now I ask to you: how does it feel like?
Answer it whispering in my ear: how does it feel like
To see the ones you bullied
Becoming money machines?
I have a lot of presidents in my pocket
Gold is irrelevant, silly boy
I want Hayabusa and diamonds in this game
You are useless, so I want your head cut off on my table
Servants, you may remove the dead body
This is devilish Monna
Playing dirty without any mercy in each sentence
You won’t take any advantage of my wealth
Silly boy, you’re so fucking ugly, now give me my cash
Is that amount of sugar okay for you, preppy girl?
That’s just “Dolce & Gabbana” for us