[Verse 1: Cerelli]
Ooo yes shorty's leaning like the Pisa
Build her up like Rome in one day she's gone
Invade that body, like the Greeks , uh
Too bad for mom and pops to meet her
Cards not black, but baby let me give you this Visa
Not one lick of English, baby I speak your language
Dammi un bacione, take over my face throw Caesar off his throne
Moan, uh, moan uh Lisa
Talk about a work of art, body is the Sistine
Whenever she moans, backs like Noah, arched
I'm DaVinci baby, let me paint ya
Don't got a stick but my hands are acquainted
Let me paint this picture, I could make you famous
Look at how smooth your frame is, thin your waist is
Shaped like a statue, nothin' like David...
[Hook: Cerelli]
Moan, moan uh Lisa
Moan, moan uh Lisa
Moan , moan, uh Lisa
Moan, moan uh lisa
[Verse 2: Cerelli]
I ain't got the D but that's just minor , nothin' major
Your body is the orchestra, major symphony
Compose while she moans, like a chorus does
Baddest thing from Italy, I ever did see
Body is the grape, juice straight from the vineyard
Intoxicating, once I'm in her
We, are two of the same
And yeah I speak your language I don't even know your name
I could care less about the money and the fame
Right now, I'm more concerned with your frame
Let me take you to the free
Gra** is always green, and this Visa's on me
All you gotta do is "Moan, uh, Lisa"