Chris Brown — Mona Lisa

[Intro] 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 pole [Verse 1: Chris Brown] Girl, you wanna play with me, baby Money ain't a thing 'cause I got paper I'm looking 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 it 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 fuck 'cause you gon' get your money up [Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall] I, I, I, I get your ass up on that pole Get this money in my hand I, I, I, I all this money dripping on you Like paint from a Mona Lisa Aha, aha Drop to the floor bitch, aha, aha All this money dripping on you Like paint from a Mona Lisa [Verse 2: Kevin McCall] 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 T-Bone 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 hunnids [Verse 3: Chris Brown] And they 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 20 more, get yo' 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 [Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall] I, I, I, I get your ass up on that pole Get this money in my hand I, I, I, I all this money dripping on you Like paint from a Mona Lisa Aha, aha Drop to the floor bitch, aha, aha All this money dripping on you Like paint from a Mona Lisa [Verse 4: Chris Brown] I don't make it rain Nigga, I make it monsoon like a tidal wave Me taking 23 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 the face, then she get that pussy poppin' [Chorus: Chris Brown & Kevin McCall] I, I, I, I get your ass up on that pole Get this money in my hand I, I, I, I all this money dripping on you Like paint from a Mona Lisa Aha, aha Drop to the floor bitch, aha, aha All this money dripping on you Like paint from a Mona Lisa