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  • Текст песни Chris Brown ft. Kevin McCall - Mona Lisa

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    [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 sh-t you the sh-t
    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 f-ck
    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’ 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-ck-ng watch
    Vintaged out my f-ck-ng cars
    No... just f-ck-ng 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
    ... 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’ 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 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' b-tch
    All this money dripping on you
    Like paint from a Mona Lisa

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