Chris Brown

Chris Brown - Mona Lisa Ft Kevin McCall lyrics

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[Chris Brown:]

Girl you wanna play with me baby

Money ain’t a thing cause I got paper

I’m looking at your body

You about to get exactly what you came for

Now I can throw it up throw it up

Break it down down down

Even if it ain’t loud she gets me aroused

Slow it up slow it up slow it down

You the shit you the shit

Go ahead play with it baby

Cause I’ma keep my hands to myself

And my back on the wall

Now I’m playing with it baby

I know you don’t give a fuck

Cause you gon’ get your money up

I, I, I

Get your ass up on that pole

Get this money in my hand

I, I, I

All this money dripping on you

Like paint from a Mona Lisa

Drop it to the flo’ bitch

All this money dripping on you

Like paint from a Mona Lisa

[Kevin McCall:]

I f*cked with my first bitch

I upgrade my second broad

Corporate my credit card

Vintaged out my fucking watch

Vintaged out my fucking cars

No… just fucking yacht

Your new bitch, my old bitch

You can have the hoe cause she talk a lot

Now get your ass up on this pole, you can get this money

Now I got them carats, I got all them playboy bunnies

I’m throwing them honies

Racks on top of racks and they backs look like…

[Chris Brown:]

And they ass big as some mountain

Put my drink on it, she cold

My zipper down but my money up

Better get your ass up on that pole

Two mo’ shots then I’m out, black, black then I reload

… might earn 20 more, get yo ass up on that pole

Damn look at Lakeisha getting that money just like a zesta

All of these bunnies hopping and popping

You fighting to get up in my 2 seater

My chain, 6 rings

I, I, I

Get your ass up on that pole

Get this money in my hand

I, I, I

All this money dripping on you

Like paint from a Mona Lisa

Drop it to the flo’ bitch

All this money dripping on you

Like paint from a Mona Lisa

I don’t make it rain

Nigga I make a monsoon like a tidal wave

Me taking 23 shots, that’s a MJ

I mean a fade away, we ’bout to fade away

She said she like my pants

I think she like my pockets

Bitch I’m in the building counting million

You should try it

Yeah what d’you mean

She tried to kiss me, I said stop it

Put that money in the face then she get that pussy popping

I, I, I

Get your ass up on that pole

Get this money in my hand

I, I, I

All this money dripping on you

Like paint from a Mona Lisa

Drop it to the flo’ bitch

All this money dripping on you

Like paint from a Mona Lisa

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