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Mona Lisa (Feat. Kevin McCall)

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Mona Lisa (Feat. Kevin McCall)

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Put your ass up on that polePut your ass up on that polePut your ass up on that polePut your ass up on that polePut your ass up on that polePut your ass up on that polePut your ass up on that polePut-Put your-your ass-ass-assGirl, you wanna play with me, babyMoney ain't a thing 'cause I got paperI'm lookin' at your bodyYou about to get exactly what you came forNow I can throw it up, throw it upbreak it down, down, downEven if it ain't loud, she gets me arousedSlow it up, slow it up, slow downYou the shit, you the shitGo 'head play with it, baby'Cause I'ma keep my hands to myself and my back on the wallGon' play with it, babyI know you don't give a fuck'cause you gon' get your money upGet your ass up on that pole, get this money in my handAll this money drippin' on you like paint from a Mona LisaDrop to the floor, bitchAll this money drippin' on you like paint from a Mona LisaUh, I fucked with my first bitch, I upgrade my second broadCorporate my credit card, vintage out my fuckin' watchVintage out my fuckin' cars, no Steve-O, just fuckin' yachtYour new bitch, my old bitchyou can have the ho 'cause she talk a lotNow get your ass up on this pole, you can get this moneyNow I got them carats, I got all them Playboy bunniesCome shake it for daddy, I'm throwin' them hunnidsRacks on top of racks and Maybachs look like onionsAnd that ass big as a mountain, put my drink on it, she coldMy zipper down, but my money upbetter get your ass up on that poleTwo more shots then I'm out, blacka-blacka, then I reloadGot it, might earn twenty more, get your ass up on that poleDamn, look at Lakeisha gettin' that money just like a zestaAll of these bunnies, bunnies, hoppin' and poppin'You fightin' to get up in my two-seaterMy chain, six ringsBitch, I'm in the motherfuckin' gameGet your ass up on that pole, get this money in my handAll this money drippin' on you like paint from a Mona LisaDrop to the floor, bitchAll this money drippin' on you like paint from a Mona LisaI don't make it rainNigga, I make it monsoon like a tidal waveWe takin' twenty-three shots, that's a MJI mean a fadeaway, we 'bout to fade awayShe said she like my pants, I think she like my pocketsBitch, I'm in the buildin' countin' millionsyou should try itYeah, 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'Get your ass up on that pole, get this money in my handAll this money drippin' on you like paint from a Mona LisaDrop to the floor, bitchAll this money drippin' on you like paint from a Mona Lisa
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