[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"