CHRIS BROWN – MONA LISA FEAT. K-MAC
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 your ass up on that
Get on a plane with me baby
Many of the things I got pain for
Looking at your body
You’re about to get, exactly what you came for
Now I can do it, do it, or 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’re the shit, you’re the shit
If you going to play with me baby
Cause I’m going to keep my hands to myself and my back to the wall
Play with it baby
I know you don’t give a fuck
Cause you going to get your money up
Put your ass up on that pole, get this money in my hoe
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
Put your ass up on that pole, Put your ass up on that pole
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
I fuck with my first bitch, I upgrade my second row
Corporate, my credit card, finish out my fucking run
Finish out my fucking cars
No speed boat is fucking yacht
Your new bitch, my old bitch
You can have the hoe, cause she talk a lot
Now get your ass up on this pole, you chewed up this money
Now I got the jealous, I got all them playboy bunnies
Come sex for daddy, I’m throwing in money
Rack’s the type of wrecks, and we bags look like honey
And her ass, the biggest amount
Put my drink on as she calls
My zipper down but my money up
Better get your ass up on that pole
Some more shots and I’m out
Pac pac, then I reload
Got it might I’m twenty more
Put your ass up on that pole
Dang looking Latisha, getting that money, just like her sister
All of these bunnies, hopping and popping
Fighting to get up in my two-seater
My bling, six rings
Put some back in the motherfucking game
Put your ass up on that pole, get this money in my hoe
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
Put your ass up on that pole, Put your ass up on that pole
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
I’ll make it rhyme, nigger I’ll make you mine
Like a tidal-wave, me taking twenty-three shots, that’s a thin day
I mean … away, we about to fade away
She say she like my penis, I say she like my pockets
Put them in the buildings, counting millions you should try it
Yeah what you mean? She tried to kiss me I say stop
Put the money in their face and she get that pussy popping
Put your ass up on that pole, get this money in my hoe
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
Put your ass up on that pole, Put your ass up on that pole
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
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
Get on a plane with me baby
Many of the things I got pain for
Looking at your body
You’re about to get, exactly what you came for
Now I can do it, do it, or 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’re the shit, you’re the shit
If you going to play with me baby
Cause I’m going to keep my hands to myself and my back to the wall
Play with it baby
I know you don’t give a fuck
Cause you going to get your money up
Put your ass up on that pole, get this money in my hoe
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
Put your ass up on that pole, Put your ass up on that pole
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
I fuck with my first bitch, I upgrade my second row
Corporate, my credit card, finish out my fucking run
Finish out my fucking cars
No speed boat is fucking yacht
Your new bitch, my old bitch
You can have the hoe, cause she talk a lot
Now get your ass up on this pole, you chewed up this money
Now I got the jealous, I got all them playboy bunnies
Come sex for daddy, I’m throwing in money
Rack’s the type of wrecks, and we bags look like honey
And her ass, the biggest amount
Put my drink on as she calls
My zipper down but my money up
Better get your ass up on that pole
Some more shots and I’m out
Pac pac, then I reload
Got it might I’m twenty more
Put your ass up on that pole
Dang looking Latisha, getting that money, just like her sister
All of these bunnies, hopping and popping
Fighting to get up in my two-seater
My bling, six rings
Put some back in the motherfucking game
Put your ass up on that pole, get this money in my hoe
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
Put your ass up on that pole, Put your ass up on that pole
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
I’ll make it rhyme, nigger I’ll make you mine
Like a tidal-wave, me taking twenty-three shots, that’s a thin day
I mean … away, we about to fade away
She say she like my penis, I say she like my pockets
Put them in the buildings, counting millions you should try it
Yeah what you mean? She tried to kiss me I say stop
Put the money in their face and she get that pussy popping
Put your ass up on that pole, get this money in my hoe
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
Put your ass up on that pole, Put your ass up on that pole
All this money tripping on you like … in the morning
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