Chris Brown, Kevin McCall - Mona Lisa lyrics

Put your ass up on that pole
Put your ass up on that pole
Put your ass up on that pole
Put your ass up on that pole
Put your ass up on that pole
Put your ass up on that pole
Put your ass up on that pole
Put-Put your your ass-ass-ass

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 down
You the shit, you the shit
Go 'head play with it, baby
'Cause, I'ma keep my hands to myself
And my back on the wall
Gon' play with it, baby
I know you don't give a 'cause
You gon' get your money up

I, I, I, ah get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand i, I, I, ah
All this money drippin' on you like
Paint from a Mona Lisa ah ah, ah ah
Drop to the floor, bitch ah ah, ah ah
All this money drippin' on you like
Paint from a Mona Lisa

Uh, I fucked with my first bitch
I upgrade my second broad
Corporate my credit card
Vintage out my fuckin' watch
Vintage out my fuckin' cars, no Steve-O
Just fuckin' yacht
Your new bitch, my old bitch
You can have the ho '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
Come shake it for daddy
I'm throwin' them hunnids
Racks on top of racks and
Maybachs look like onions

And that ass big as a mountain
Put my drink on it, she cold
My zipper down, but my money up
Better get your ass up on that pole
Two more shots then I'm out, blacka-blacka
Then I reload
Got it, might earn twenty more
Get your ass up on that pole
Damn, look at Lakeisha gettin' that
Money just like a zesta
All of these bunnies, bunnies
Hoppin' and poppin'
You fightin' to get up in my two-seater
My chain, six rings
Bitch, I'm in the motherfuckin' game

I, I, I, ah get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand i, I, I, ah
All this money drippin' on you like
Paint from a Mona Lisa ah ah, ah ah
Drop to the floor, bitch ah ah, ah ah
All this money drippin' on you like
Paint from a Mona Lisa

I don't make it rain
Nigga, I make it monsoon like a tidal wave
We takin' twenty-three shots, that's a MJ
I mean a fadeaway, we 'bout to fade away
She said she like my pants
I think she like my pockets
Bitch, I'm in the buildin' countin' millions
You should try it
Yeah, what d'you mean? She tried
To kiss me, I said, "Stop it"
Put that money in her face
Then she get that pussy poppin'

I, I, I, ah get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand i, I, I, ah
All this money drippin' on you like
Paint from a Mona Lisa ah ah, ah ah
Drop to the floor, bitch ah ah, ah ah
All this money drippin' on you like
Paint from a Mona Lisa