“Mona Lisa” is a story of a deceptive woman named Liz who sets her “boyfriend” up for a robbery.

Liz is compared to the famous portrait painting due to the dubiety of Mona Lisa’s smile. The smile can be… Read More [Intro: Kendrick Lamar]

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

Hope it ain't too many feelings involved

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]

I see niggas in this bitch stunting, popping bottles

Getting drunk with these bitches

Then 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 her

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

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" (Ha)

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

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 faked

Out by 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

Tell her your business, she tell me your business

You tell that bitch what you feeling

All of the beans you be spilling, to you

She lie through her teeth; cavities, fillings

She know where you hide it, tell me where it's hidden

She know when you 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 checking

Then your first thought is to start second guessing

She say, "What's wrong?" He say, "Nothing, keep resting,"

She say, "What's missing," "How you know something missing?"

He scratched his head, she say, "Get back in bed,"

Then she gave him some head, boy, you can't trust them bitches

And then she say, "Ooh"

[Refrain: Lil Wayne]

I see niggas in this bitch stunting, popping bottles

Getting 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 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 shell

She tell 'em, "Ooh, daddy, let's go to your place,"

And if he say yeah, then we meet 'em there

She feed him lies with his silverware

She don't want love, she just want her share, I

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]

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

Then I go and tell my people, and they already know it

And then I call Liz, and she say he coming over

I say, "Good girl, just remember what I told you"

She gave me a salute, I say, "Girl, you're a soldier!"

We waiting outside, watch him pull up

Walk up to the door, and right before he knocked

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 clouds

Turn that shit down, and I scared the piss out him

Piss a nigga off, put the gun to his frown

"Nigga, turn around, I ain't here to fuck around

I ain't here to fuck around, caught you with your pants down

You know what it is, put your fucking hands up!

Liz, that's enough, you can put your hands down"

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 after

If Liz call you daddy, she 'bout 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 drink on me, nigga

She slip something 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 everything that you have 'til you don't even have

An opinion, we have your attention

And now you 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, Mona

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar & Lil Wayne]

Ah, every day she wake up with a different color makeup

And a promise he gon' take her to the movie and the mall

Chilling with the Laker, on the floor, fourth quarter

Four minute on the clock, Black Mamba with the ball

Paparazzi looking at 'em both, popping up and take a picture, uh

Probably on an internet blog

In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her

On his mother, man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow

(Mona Lisa)

Pussy good enough, it got him sinning in the walls

And he digging in it like he living in it, make a new religion with it

Man, a nigga 'bout to go against God

Poetry in the pear trees

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 morning to The Great Gatsby

Then he dogged it again like the bitch Lassie

I'm a dog in the wind, I'm a pet laughing

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 no motherfucking double standard, acting

Fucking on another nigga, that's a negative alone

But you sucked his dick? That's just nasty

Matter fact, bitch, gimme your phone! (No!)

You fucking with Wayne's!? (No!)

Bitch, gimme your phone! (No! Let me, let me take this call real quick—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 ya

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 planning on aiming

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 killing that pussy, I'm killing myself

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]

She say, "Ooh, daddy, ooh,"

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Ooh, fake smile (Ooh)

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

She say, "Ooh," dead emotion (Ooh)

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa

Now he get the picture

Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa, yeah