Mona Lisa

[Intro: Kendrick Lamar] I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved [Refrain: Lil Wayne] I see niggas in this bitch stunting, popping bottles Getting drunk with these bitches Then when they leave, they get followed Fall asleep with that bitch And really don't know much about her Then she let us in, we take all of your shit And when you wake up, she help you try to find it, I love her [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I be with bitches that be with bitches That be with niggas with riches I tell her, "Get him," she say, "I got you" I say, "No, bitch, I said get him" (Ha) And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy He hit it and sleep on her titties Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs It's a stick-up, she scream like a victim, now you Feeling so silly, I smoke color purple I'm up in here feeling like Celie, ooh Nappy-ass dreads, what's that you say? Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli, ooh You can get snaked, you can get faked Out by the bitch that you feeling 'cause you Thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain't no angel I treat her halo like a frisbee, and you Tell her your business, she tell me your business You tell that bitch what you feeling All of the beans you be spilling, to you She lie through her teeth; cavities, fillings She know where you hide it, tell me where it's hidden She know when you gone, tell me when to visit We break in your home and take the specifics And meanwhile, the bitch is on vacation with him So she don't get blamed, we don't snatch chains We find out addresses, and we don't leave messes You'll only know that it's gone when you checking Then your first thought is to start second guessing She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothing, keep resting," She say, "What's missing?"—"How you know something missing?" He scratched his head, she say, "Get back in bed," Then she gave him some head, boy, you can't trust them bitches And then she say, "Ooh" [Refrain: Lil Wayne] I see niggas in this bitch stunting, popping bottles Getting drunk with these bitches Then when they leave, they get followed I be with bitches that know the bitches That's with the niggas we following Get them on the line, stay two cars behind And tell them hoes, "Don't be so obvious!" Mona Lisa, long hair, don't care She handle the business and don't ever tell She bite the bullet and cough up the shell She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place," And if he say yeah, then we meet 'em there She feed him lies with his silverware She don't want love, she just want her share, I [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Know a bitch named Liz This nigga think she his 'cause she tell him that it is So, he tell her all his secrets, he tell her all his fears And then she tell me, and I be all ears Then I go and tell my people, and they already know it And then I call Liz, and she say he coming over I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you" She gave me a salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier!" We waiting outside, watch him pull up Walk up to the door, and right before he knocked She open the door naked, she left it unlocked They started French kissing so he didn't see moi And then she let him in, they stopped on the couch Music up loud with his head in the clouds Turn that shit down, and I scared the piss out him Piss a nigga off, put the gun to his frown "Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around I ain't here to fuck around, caught you with your pants down You know what it is, put your fucking hands up! Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down" Then he looked dead at her and he shook his head at her She a good actress, and you a dead actor You'll be dead after we get what we after If Liz call you daddy, she 'bout to be a bastard, oh I got way too many bitches that do anything for me, nigga But think for me, nigga Send her to you like she ain't for me, nigga I hope you alone like bankruptcy, nigga She pour you a drink, that drink on me, nigga She slip something in it, now faint for me, nigga Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas Pussy got you out of character, nigga You fall for these hoes off your ladder, my nigga Take everything that you have 'til you don't even have An opinion, we have your attention And now you looking down a barrel though, nigga Now she looking for her pantyhose, nigga We just looking for the casserole, nigga But she gon' show us where you stash it though, nigga, Mona [Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Lil Wayne] Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup And a promise he gon' take her to the movie and the mall Chilling with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter For a minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball Paparazzi looking at 'em both, popping up and take a picture, uh Probably on an internet blog In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her On his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow (Mona Lisa) Pussy good enough, it got him sinning in the walls And he digging in it like he living in it, make a new religion with it Man, a nigga 'bout to go against God Poetry in the pear trees Sweet tone like a hummingbird when she asked him Did he want to make love in a yellow taxi? Never gave two fucks, jumped in the backseat Woke up in the morning to The Great Gatsby Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pet laughing I'ma call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend, and I'm all jazzy Britney with the twin and the girl, Ashley Found out that I fucked, he was unhappy Bitch, I never let the bullshit get past me Better yet, I wanna break up, don't you ask me 'Bout no motherfucking double standard, acting Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone But you sucked his dick? That's just nasty Matter fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No!) You fucking with Wayne's!? (No!) Bitch, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick—like a lollipop) He on your fucking ringtone!? Is that the shit that you do!? Touching yourself, looking at Kendrick videos Jump on the internet, watching his interviews I don't know what the fuck lately gotten into you Tell me who love you, I bet I love harder Forgot all the shit that I did for your daughter? The Pampers, the Pedialyte and my momma Daycare after school and she never did charge ya You scandalous as fuck, and I hope you blow up You know what? I give up, let me go get my gun I got one in the chamber I'm planning on aiming Goddammit, you know that the damage is done Bitch, I'm emotional 'cause I'm in stress I'm not supposed to go through this, I guess So in conclusion Since you like rappers that's killing that pussy, I'm killing myself [Chorus: Lil Wayne] She say, "Ooh, daddy, ooh," Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Ooh, fake smile (Ooh) Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa She say, "Ooh," dead emotion (Ooh) Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Now he get the picture Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah