Chris Brown - Mona Lisa

[Chris Brown]
Girl you wanna play with me, baby, money ain’t a thing, 'cause I got paper
I’m lookin' 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’mma 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

Ay, ay, ay, get your ass up on that pole, get this money in my hand
Ay, ay, ay, 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 f-ck-ng 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
He 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 Ay, ay, ay, get your ass up on that pole, get this money in my hand
Ay, ay, ay, 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

Ay, ay, ay, get your ass up on that pole, get this money in my hand
Ay, ay, ay, 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