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Monëy So Big
yeat Lyrics


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Yeah, my money big body, my money Tonka
No, I don't need you, I really don't want you (damn, Trgc made that?)
My money been twerkin', my money do dances (woah)
Yeah, shut up
I already heard you, I don't wanna answer
You ruin everythin' you touch, you a cancer (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the side where we win, no
You not that guy 'cause I'm him, yeah
I ride that big body right out the lot, it's a GLE, came with a tint
I don't wanna hear none of the shit that you sayin'



You cap out your chinny-chin-chin (none)
I'm rockin' the latest designer, the finest of fur
It's that chinchilla skin
Yeah, they tryna copy the wave
And I told them they can't even surf a wave on it, yeah (ooh)
They steady been copyin' my sound, they some birds
They a parrot if I'm bein' honest, yeah
Why you been cappin' 'bout your whole life? (Yeah)
How is you rappin' 'bout a whole lie? (How?)
How you stay rappin' 'bout these damn drugs
You ain't ever try it once your whole life? (Cap)

Yeah, these kids is some motherfuckin' burgers, I'm callin' them Five Guys
Yeah, these kids frier than a grease ball, yeah, he fried-fried (yeah, fried-fried)
Yeah, I just pulled up in that Bentley, that bitch got them frog eyes
They tryna bite the swag but they bitches bitin' our dicks (yeah)
I count every time she sucked me up, that's a hundred and sixty licks (woah)
Can't even count the songs I made in a month, that's a hundred and sixty hits (yeah)
They say, "Yeat, you keep on evolvin', how you so steady with it?" (Woah)
They say, "Yeat, how your pockets swollen? You gotta show me the shit" (woah)
'Bout to tell you how I'm doin' and shit (woah)
I got the Devil on my phone, he told me, keep doin' this shit
Yeah, Devil taught me how to get rich
Yeah, how many bands? 6-6 (woah)
Twizz in a minivan, couple of big sticks
Bitch 'bout to ride me like she on a RipStik
Yeah, they said, "What's that red on your chest?"
I told 'em, "That's your bitch lipstick"
Yeah, I pulled up in a Tonka and a helicopter goin' nuts (yeah)
Yeah, I had a fifty band and I turned it to a honeybun (honeybun)
Didn't even need to go sign me a deal
For these flawless diamonds, bitch, I'm already up
I got a lil' thotty, that bitch is the baddest
She up in that coupe on me, suckin' me up (woo, woo)

Yeah, my money big body, my money Tonka honeybun
No, I don't need you, I really don't want you (woah)
My money been twerkin', my money do dances (woah)
Yeah, shut up
I already heard you, I don't wanna answer
You ruin everythin' you touch, you a cancer (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I'm on the side where we win, no
You not that guy 'cause I'm him, yeah (oh)
I ride that big body right out the lot, it's a GLE, came with a tint (woah)
I don't wanna hear none of the shit that you sayin'
You cap out your chinny-chin-chin (none)
I'm rockin' the latest designer, the finest of fur
It's that chinchilla skin
Yeah, they tryna copy the wave
And I told them they can't even surf a wave on it, yeah (ooh)
They steady been copyin' my sound, they some birds
They a parrot if I'm bein' honest, yeah
Why you been cappin' 'bout your whole life? (Yeah)
How is you rappin' 'bout a whole lie? (How?)
How you stay rappin' 'bout these damn drugs
You ain't ever try it once your whole life? (Cap)

Overall Meaning

The song "Monëy So Big" by Yeat is about his immense wealth and success in the music industry. He boasts about his money being so big that it is like a Tonka toy and that he doesn't need or want anyone who isn't on his level. Yeat emphasizes that his money has been working hard and doing dances, which may refer to his investments and the returns he receives. He also criticizes those who copy his sound and style, calling them parrots and birds.


Additionally, Yeat touches on themes of authenticity and honesty in the music industry. He questions why some artists feel the need to rap about drugs and a fake lifestyle they have never experienced. Furthermore, he asserts that he is the real deal and a true success story who has earned his wealth and fame through hard work and talent.


Overall, the song is a braggadocious anthem celebrating Yeat's success, wealth, and authenticity in the music industry.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, my money big body, my money Tonka honeybun
My wealth is significant and impressive, like a large and powerful Tonka truck, and it is sweet like a honeybun.


No, I don't need you, I really don't want you (woah)
I don't require your presence or assistance nor do I desire it


My money been twerkin', my money do dances (woah)
My money is actively working for me and generating more income, like a dancer displaying their moves


Yeah, shut up I already heard you, I don't wanna answer You ruin everythin' you touch, you a cancer (yeah, yeah)
Please be quiet. I have already taken in your words, but I have no interest in responding. You have a toxic effect on everything you interact with.


Yeah, I'm on the side where we win, no You not that guy 'cause I'm him, yeah
I'm on the winning team while you are not because I'm the one leading us to success.


I ride that big body right out the lot, it's a GLE, came with a tint (woah)
I drive off the dealership lot in a gleaming, expensive car that has tinted windows for added privacy.


I don't wanna hear none of the shit that you sayin' You cap out your chinny-chin-chin (none)
I'm not interested in listening to any of the negative talk that you are spewing, and I see right through your lies.


I'm rockin' the latest designer, the finest of fur It's that chinchilla skin
I am wearing the newest and most expensive fashion from top designers and it includes luxurious chinchilla fur.


Yeah, they tryna copy the wave And I told them they can't even surf a wave on it, yeah (ooh) They steady been copyin' my sound, they some birds They a parrot if I'm bein' honest, yeah
Others are attempting to mimic my style but I have already let them know that they lack the skills to properly execute it. They have been unoriginal and repetitive, like birds copying each other. In fact, they sound like parrots simply repeating what they hear.


Why you been cappin' 'bout your whole life? (Yeah) How is you rappin' 'bout a whole lie? (How?) How you stay rappin' 'bout these damn drugs You ain't ever try it once your whole life? (Cap)
Why are you lying about your entire existence? How can you possibly build a whole career on falsehood? Why do you keep rapping about drugs that you have never tried?


Yeah, these kids is some motherfuckin' burgers, I'm callin' them Five Guys Yeah, these kids frier than a grease ball, yeah, he fried-fried (yeah, fried-fried) Yeah, I just pulled up in that Bentley, that bitch got them frog eyes They tryna bite the swag but they bitches bitin' our dicks (yeah)
These young individuals are naive and foolish, so much so that I liken them to burgers served by Five Guys. They are so fried, like greasy food, that they cannot be saved. I arrived in a fancy Bentley, but they are so busy copying my style that they are neglecting their own. They are even attempting to replicate my sexual prowess with women, but failing miserably.


I count every time she sucked me up, that's a hundred and sixty licks (woah) Can't even count the songs I made in a month, that's a hundred and sixty hits (yeah)
I am well aware of how many times a woman has performed oral sex on me - exactly 160 times. I have also created an impressive amount of hit songs in just one month, over 160 of them.


They say, "Yeat, you keep on evolvin', how you so steady with it?" (Woah) They say, "Yeat, how your pockets swollen? You gotta show me the shit" (woah)
People are amazed at how much I continue to improve and evolve as an artist. They are curious to know how I am able to maintain such wealth and want to see evidence of it.


'Bout to tell you how I'm doin' and shit (woah) I got the Devil on my phone, he told me, keep doin' this shit Yeah, Devil taught me how to get rich Yeah, how many bands? 6-6 (woah)
Let me update you on my current status. In fact, I just received a call from the Devil, who encouraged me to keep doing what I'm doing to become wealthy. The Devil even taught me how to increase my fortune. And now, I have an astounding $66,000 in cash!


Twizz in a minivan, couple of big sticks Bitch 'bout to ride me like she on a RipStik
I have a friend named Twizz who is armed with powerful guns and riding with me in a minivan. Plus, there is a woman ready to have sex with me as if she is riding a RipStik.




Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Jamarrius Emondre Hill, Noah Smith

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