Paradise

And I'ma let his ass know And I'ma let his ass know S-N-O-W Niggas just mad that I'm untouchable Fidel with the motherfucking cash flow Money make the motherfucking grass grow Now I attract hoes from different axels In my bag satchel, spiff fat fat Joe I'm Doly, I don't need no entourage And duh, I got the pot and my mi dutchie affi wash Crystal pon me pop now diamond affi pon di watch And while di juice di pon me drop ah good as so me affi tan Snow been badman word to Shelly Ann Take no commands, make the big bands I say, "Baby be the judge and let me prove my innocence" 215 but I don't do them increments Them diamonds dancing like you're a wishing 'pon a star You don't see no flaws 'cause all and all That sauce drip right out my en-enzymes I think about you all the time Crystal lights bring paradise I think about it all the time I make the flip in the nick of time I think about it all the time Stabilize what's on your mind I think about it all the time You cocky right You own the night, ay The people poke you like porcupine, ay Sour for the green, that's the key to the lime, ay I like to be on your mind, ay Sauce drippin' out my en-enzymes You think about it all the time You think about it all the time That drip put niggas in a headlock And I been killing niggas, no Chris Benoit I been gettin' money, you could see it in my walk And I'm worth a few mills, you can hear it when I talk (Dude, that sauce, that mmm, that sauce) you could hear it when I talk (Mmm that sauce, that mmm, that sauce) you could hear it when I talk (Mmm, that sauce, that mmm, that sauce) you could hear it when I talk (Mmm, that sauce, that mmm, that sauce) That sauce drip right out my en-nzymes I think about you all the time Crystal lights bring paradise I think about it all the time I make the flip in the Nick of time I think about it all the time Stabilize what's on your mind I think about it all the time I sip up the good estrogen No, I can't sit with no pedestrians My juice too orange, gimme extra gin Y'all getting on my nerves, under my skin To get rid of you bitches, I need medicine Instead, I'm in the club throwing extra tens I don't know what's wrong so, do not ask again I'm running right back from the past From the past, from the past, from the past From the past, from the past, from the past