chris brown
mona lisa (ft kevin mccall)
[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