Mona Lisa Lyrics - Chris Brown

[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 

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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 fucked 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 fadeaway, we 'bout to fadeaway 

she said she like my pants 

i think she like my pockets 

bitch i'm in the building counting millions 

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