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conversations.value: Write me a song called Mona Lisa with the following description: “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 interpreted as disingenuous, which therefore makes Liz disingenuous as well, unbeknownst to the boyfriend. Wayne and Kendrick play the two sides of the story; Wayne is the robber and Kendrick is the boyfriend.
  The song was originally recorded in 2014, as it appeared on the tentative Carter V tracklist that Wayne previewed in October 2014. The first snippet of the song was brought to light in 2017 when PharmaBro Martin Shkreli played a part of the song live on Periscope, after acquiring the album from a man who bought Lil Wayne’s Bugatti, where a copy of the album was left. The version that Shkreli played live was later leaked in September 2019, along with the rest of the original Carter V album.
   The song also notably contains references to Wayne’s relationship with Karrine Steffans, who is also known as Superhead. In an interview with BET Digital shortly after the song’s release, Steffans confirmed this, noting the song’s lyrics bared “similarities” to her relationship with Wayne. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [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
  For a 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