VIDEO
Intro
I
got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee
Hope
it ain't too many feelings involved…
Lil
Wayne
I
see niggas, in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles,
Getting
drunk, with these bitches and 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 it’
I
be with bitches, that be with bitches, that be with niggas with riches-
I
tell her, "Get 'em" , she
say, "I got you" , I say, "No, bitch, I say get him" (huh)
And
they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties
And
she give us the word, we come through with AK's
It's
a stick up, she scream like a victim;
Now
you, feeling so silly
I smoke
colour purple
I'm
up in here feeling like silly (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! Telling your business, she tell me your business
You
tell that bitch what you're feeling
All
of the beans you be spilling
To
you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillings
She
know where you hide to tell me where it's hidden
She
know when you're 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 check it
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
scratch his head, she say "Get back
in bed"
And
she gave him some head
Boy,
you can't trust them bitches, and then she say
Hook
(Ooh)
I
see niggas, in this bitch, stuntin', popping bottles-
Getting
drunk with these bitches and 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 shells
She
tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to
your place"
And
if he say, ‘Yea' , then we meet him
there
She
feed him lies with his silverware
She
don't want love, she just want her share
I,
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
And
then I go and tell my people, and they already know him
And
then I call Liz and she say he comin' over
I
say, "Good girl, just remember what
I told you"
She
gave me the salute, I say, "Girl,
you're a soldier"
We're
waitin' outside, watch him pull up, walk up to the door
And
right before he knock, 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
got loud with his head in the cloud
Turn
that shit down and I scared the piss out of him
Piss
a nigga off, put a gun to his frown
“Nigga,
turn around, I ain't here to fuck around
I
ain't here to fuck around, caught you wit' your pants down
You
know what it is, put your fucking hands up
Liz,
that's enough, you can put your hands down”
And
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're after
If
Liz call you daddy, she about 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 think 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're 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…
Kendrick
Ah,
Every
day she wake up with a different colour makeup
And
he promise he gon' take her to the movie and the mall
Chilling
with the Laker, on the floor
Fourth
quarter, four minute on the clock Black Mamba with the ball
Paparazzi
looking at them both popping up and take a picture, uh
Probably
on a 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 sinnin' in her 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 a pear tree,
Sweet
tone like a hummingbird when she asked him,
Did
he want to make love in a yellow taxi?
Never
gave two fuck, 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 pit laughing
I'm
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
a motherfucking double standard, acting
Fucking
on another nigga, that's negative alone
But
you sucked his dick, that's just nasty
Matter
of fact, bitch, gimme your phone (No)
You
fucking with Wayne? (No)
Bitch,
gimme your phone (No, let me take this call right quick)
(Lick
me 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 got 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 day-care after school
And
she never did charge her
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
plannin' on aimin', God dammit, you know 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
Outro
She
say, “Ooh daddy, ooh”, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh,
fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She
say, “Ooh, No emotion”, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now
he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah
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