Lil Wayne – Mona Lisa ft Kendrick Lamar

MonaLisa is another enthralling hip-hop tune composed by two talented American rappers, Lil Wayne and Kendrick Lamar.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Tha Carter V” was officially released on 28 September 2018.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

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LYRICS

I got a story to tell, you know that I cherish thee

Hope it ain’t too many feelings involved

I see niggas in this bitch stuntin’, poppin’ bottles

Gettin’ 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 him,” she say, “I got you,” I say, “No, bitch, I said get him”

And they so pretty, and they hair lengthy, he hit it and sleep on her titties

Then she give us the word, we come through with AKs, it’s a stick-up, she scream like a victim

Now you feelin’ so silly, I smoke color purple, I’m up in here feelin’ like Celie (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 feelin’

‘Cause you thought that she was an angel, that bitch ain’t no angel, I treat her halo like a Frisbee

And you tellin’ your business, she tell me your business, you tell that bitch what you feelin’

All of the beans you be spillin’, to you, she lie through her teeth cavities, fillin’s

She know where you hide it 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 checkin’, then your first thought is to start second guessin’

She say, “What’s wrong?” He say, “Nothin’, keep restin’,” she say, “What’s missin’?” “How you know somethin’ missin’?”

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’, poppin’ bottles

Gettin’ drunk with these bitches, then when they leave they get followed

I be with bitches that know the bitches that’s with the niggas we followin’

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 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 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 kissin’ 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 clouds

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 fuckin’ 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 drank on me, nigga, she slip somethin’ in it, now faint 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 everythin’ that you have ’til you don’t even have an opinion, we have your attention

And now you’re lookin’ down a barrel though, nigga, now she lookin’ for her pantyhose, nigga

We just lookin’ for the casserole, nigga, but she gon’ show us where you stash it though, nigga (Mona)

Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup and a promise he gone take her to the movie and the mall

Chillin’ with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter, four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball

Paparazzi lookin’ at ’em both poppin’ up and take a picture, uh, probably on a Internet blog

In a minute, he gon’ be admittin’ 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 the walls

And he diggin’ in it like he livin’ 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 fucks, jumped in the backseat

Woke up in the mornin’ to The Great Gatsby, then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie

I’m a dog in the wind, I’m a pit laughin’, I’ma 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 motherfuckin’ double standard, actin’

Fuckin’ on another nigga, that’s a negative alone, but you sucked his dick? That’s just nasty

Matter of fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No) You fuckin’ with Wayne’s? (No!)

Bitch, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick) (… lick me like a lollipop)

He on your fuckin’ ringtone? Is that the shit that you do? Touchin’ yourself, lookin’ at Kendrick videos

Jump on the internet, watchin’ 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, daycare after school and she never did charge you

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’, goddammit, 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 killin’ that pussy, I’m killin’ myself

She say, “Ooh, Daddy, ooh,” Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Ooh, fake smile (Ooh), Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

She say, “Ooh,” no emotion (Ooh), Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Now he get the picture, Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah