Mona Lisa (Feat. Kendrick Lamar)

I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee Hope it ain't too many feelings involved [Verse 1: 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 'im' 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 and in case 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 faced I'll buy 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 why you had to tell me where it's hidden She know when you're gone, tell me when to visit, we're break in your home And take the specifics to me while 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 only know that it's gone when you check it And your first thought is to start second guessing She say, 'What's wrong?', you 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 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 'im, 'Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place' And if he say, 'Yeah', 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 Lisa, this nigga think she heads '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 up 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 thank 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 thank 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, you don't even have an opinion We have you attention, 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 [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar & Lil Wayne] Ah, everyday she wake up with a different colour make up And I promise to go take her to the movie and the mall Chilling with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, fourth 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 wanted meet her mother by tomorrow Mona Lisa Pussy good enough, it got 'em sending into wars And he digging in it like he living in it Make a new religion with it Man a nigga 'bout to go against God Palm trees in the backstreet, 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'ma a dog into win, I'm a bit laughing I'ma call up again like I did last week Make good with the friend and I'm more 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 this 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 ...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 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 her You scandalous as fuck, and I hope you blow up You know what, I get buck, let me go get my gun, I got one in the chamber I'm plannin' on aimin', God dammit, 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 [Outro: Lil Wayne] She say, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Ooh, fake smile, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa She say, ooh, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa Now he get the picture Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah