Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

(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 f-ck
Cause you gon' get your money up

[Chorus]
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' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

[Kevin McCall]
I f-cked with my first b!tch
I upgrade my second broad
Corporate my credit card
Vintaged out my f-cking watch
Vintaged out my f-cking cars
No... just f-cking yacht
Your new b!tch, my old b!tch
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
Got might earn 20 more, get yo ass up on that pole
Damn look at like Keisha 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

[Chorus]
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' b!tch
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
B!tch 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 p-ssy popping

[Chorus]
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' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

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Chris Brown Look At Me Now Lyrics

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Chris Brown Look At Me Now Lyrics

[Intro - Chris Brown]
I don’t see how you can hate from outside of the club
You can’t even get in
Hahaha, lego!

[Verse 1 - Chris Brown]
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah
That shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
Ladies love me, I’m on my Cool J
If you get what I get, what would you say?
She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherf-cker

[Verse 2 - Chris Brown]
Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
Cause I’m killing every nigga that try to be on my shit
Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
Ooops I said on my dick
I ain’t really mean to say on my dick
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I’m done

[Verse 3 - Busta Rhymes]
Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When your doing that thing over there homie
Lets go!
Cause I feel like I’m running
And I’m feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don’t and I won’t ever stop cause
You know I gotta win everyday day, day
See they don’t really wanna pop me
Just know that you never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky
You ain’t never gonna stop me
Every time I come a nigga gotta set it, then I gotta go, and then I gotta get it
Then I gotta blow, and then I gotta shudder any little thing that nigga think he be doing
Cause it doesn’t matter cause I’m gonna dadadada
Then I’m gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, and make it clearer to a couple niggas
That I’m always winning and I gotta get it again, and again, and again
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
A nigga better call a ref, and everybody know my style
And niggas know I’m the the best when it come to doing this
And I be banging on my chest, and I bang in the east and I bang in the west
And I come to give you more and I will never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know whats next? lets go
See the way we on and we all up in the race and you know
We gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the pace
We struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in
And always gotta take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through his traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it, have it

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresher than a motherf-cker

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
Man f-ck these b-tch ass niggas, how y’all doin’?
I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges
I don’t eat sushi, I’m the shit, no I’m pollution, no substitution
Got a b-tch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy
I never gave a f-ck about a hater, got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator
You niggas ain’t eatin’, f-ck it, tell a waiter
Marley said shoot ‘em, and I said okay
If you wanted bullshit then I’m like olay
I don’t care what you say, so don’t even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
That’s word to my flag, and my flag red
I’m out of my head, b-tch I’m outta my mind, from the bottom I climb
You ain’t hotter than mine, nope, not on my time and I’m not even trying
Whats poppin’ Slime? nothin’ five, and if they trippin’ f-ck ‘em five
I ain’t got no time to shuck and jive, these niggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and sprite on a private flight, b-tch I’m enticing
Guiding light, and my pockets white, and my diamonds white
And my mommas nice and my daddy’s dead
You faggots scared cause I’m too wild, been here for a while
I was like f-ck trial I puts it down
I’m so Young Money, if you got eyes look at me now b-tch

[Chorus - Chris Brown]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, I’m fresher than a motherf-cker

[Outro - Chris Brown]
Okay, okay
Is that right?
I’m fresher than a motherf-cker

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