Mona Lisa Lyrics

She wanna fuck, she don't know my name

Four of the wok I'm a lean on my pain

Road to riches, I stay in my lane

Smoking too much, I got smoke in my veins

If she go crazy, I swear I'm a leave her

Say that she love me, but I don't believe her

Smoking too much, fell in love with that reefer

She don't need smile when she talk Mona Lisa

I feel like I'mma shoot her

I feel like I'mma run up the money

And I never pollute it

And I never gon' switch up on Gang them

You should know how we do it

You should know that I walk down face shot

Slide with a fye I'mma do it

Got expensive habits in my closet

Rap don't work then it's back to the robbing

Bad man thinking that you got money

You know you ain't getting no guap

Boy, you's a sad man

Used to jig and finesse

Used to rob everything that I got

That's all that I had, man

Now I'm getting money nigga I be getting to the guap

All I do is stack, yeah

Hot shells But my jewelry so cold

Youngest nigga, but my money so old

Jigging finesse, got my wrist in a bowl

Front door serving, I'll serve at the door

How you a trapper you staying in school

Pussy ass nigga, you play by the rules

I'mma just slide with a fye with a tool

Walk down face, shot nigga, then boom

Walk down face, shot nigga, kablam

Nigga, I did this shit for the fam

Nigga, I ain't have a pot to piss on or a pan

I did this shit with a plan

I did this shit with my motherfucking gang

Niggas, they pussy, I know that they lame

Niggas, they doing their thing for the fame

Nigga, on Cball, I keep me a K

She wanna fuck, she don't know my name

Four of the wok I'm a lean on my pain

Road to riches, I stay in my lane

Smoking too much, I got smoke in my veins

If she go crazy, I swear I'm a leave her

Say that she love me, but I don't believe her

Smoking too much, fell in love with that reefer

She don't need smile when she talk Mona Lisa

I feel like I'mma shoot her

I feel like I'mma run up the money

And I never pollute it

And I never gon' switch up on Gang them

You should know how we do it

You should know that I walk down face shot

Slide with a fye I'mma do it

Got expensive habits in my closet

Rap don't work then it's back to the robbing

Bad man thinking that you got money

You know you ain't getting no guap

Boy, you's a sad man

Used to jig and finesse

Used to rob everything that I got

That's all that I had, man

Now I'm getting money nigga I be getting to the guap

All I do is stack, yeah

Let's go

I feel like I'm a shooter or something

I walk down that face, how'd I slide with a push of a button

Niggas out here ain't on nothing

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