I got a story to tell
You know that I cherish thee
Hope it ain't too many feelings involved
I see **** 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 **** with riches
I tell her, "Get him," she say, "I got you"
I say, "No, bitch, I said get him"
Huh, 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 with AK's
This a stick-up, she scream like a victim
Like 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 faced
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought 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 feelin', all of the beans you be spillin'
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 check it
Then your first thought is to start second guessin'
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 said, "Get back in bed"
Then she gave him some head
Boy, you can't trust them bitches, and then she say, ooh
I see **** in this bitch
Stuntin', poppin' bottles
Gettin' drunk with these bitches
And when they leave, they get followed
I be with bitches, that know the bitches
That's with the **** 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 him, "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 wanna share
I know a bitch named Liz
This **** think she his 'cause she told 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 him
And then I call Liz, and she say he comin' over
I said, "Good girl, just remember what I told ya"
She gave me the salute, I said, "Girl, you're a soldier"
We 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 the shit down and I scare the piss out him
Piss a **** off, put the gun to his frown
"****, 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"
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, ****
But think for me, ****
Send her to you like she ain't for me, ****
I hope you alone, like bankruptcy, ****
She pour you a drink
That drink on me, ****
She slip somethin' in it, now faint for me, ****
Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture
Mo-Mona Lisa, out the frame on these ****
Pussy got you outta character
****, you fall for these hoes, off your ladder, my ****
Take everything that you have till you don't even have an opinion
We have your attention and now you looking down a barrel though, ****
Now she lookin' for her pantyhose, ****
We just lookin' for the casserole, ****
But she gon' show us where you stash it though, ****, uh
Ah, everyday she wake up with a different color makeup
And a promise he gon' 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 to take a picture, uh
Prolly on an internet blog, in a minute he gon' be admittin' that he love her on his mother
Man, he wanna 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 **** 'bout to go against God
Poetry in a pear tree, sweet tone like a hummingbird
When she asked him did he wanna 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 Pit laughin'
I'ma call up again like I did last week
Make good with the friend and I'm all jazzy
Brittney, with a 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 motherfuckin' double standard, actin'
Fuckin' on another ****, that's a negative alone
But you sucked his dick, that's just nasty
Matter fact, bitch gimme your phone (No)
You fuckin' with Wayne? (No)
Bitch gimme your phone (No)
Lemme, lemme take this call right quick
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 mama
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, lemme go get my gun
I got one in the chamber, I'm plannin' on aimin'
Goddamnit, you know that the damage is done
Bitch, I'm emotional 'cause I been stressed
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 said, "Ooh, Daddy, ooh"
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Ooh, fake smile
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
She said, "Ooh, no emotion"
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Now he get the picture
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
Yeah

Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar, Lil Wayne, Marco Rodriguez & Angel Aponte.