Paradise - Devotion lyrics

Cal, Cal, Cal [x4]

[Verse 1:]

It's all about that cash money that I'm makin (that's right)

And crooked Ass cop tryin to shake in take it

They can never understand how a woman could be a hustlas

Without gettin laid, I make my money game

I don't promote a violent attitude, but my mind snaps

To cause psychological flashbacks, so listen up ya'll

This shit can get a bit explicit, come closer so you don't miss it

As A girl was taught to respect those who respect me

But now that I've grown up, that seems have changed

Nobody ? the cops really gives a fuck about cha

Life is go on fine with or with out cha, that's why you need to learn

The tricks of the trade keep ya' glock cocked so you can get paid

And catch a po-po slippin

while he tryin to jack a nigga for his riches, yea

[Chorus:]

True devotion

That's what it is

To the hustlas and the playas

Yea that's right

Got a notion

I got a notion

To smoke the playa haters

[Verse 2:]

They try to murda, murda

Or get the young nigga for his churta

Better respect it, cause' if you won't

That's when they hit cha wit' a bomb rush

Shake down beat down coutin yo ends as they roll through town

I'm goinn to flip'em, if I catch a sucka strippin

Extra clip on my hip I don't slip

We can go toe to toe so that cha know

Like Roy Jones it'll be another KO

1st knock out drag out like heavyweight champion ?

I surrounded be demons that wanna try me it seems like time

Is steadily passin by me, in a rubble of greed I'm steady striven

I just keep on keep on survivin (yea)

[Repeat chorus]

[Verse 3]

Well if you ask me no question I can tell you no lies

Nothin comes easy in life it's all about Paradise

I'm not the whose to blame for the fame I can't be tamed

I'm not takin no shorts I kick ass and take names

They wanna hold me back, but I'm goinn make my stack

I'm livin phat and you can best believe that

It's gettin hectic but check it I'm not a busta

I gotta show my devotion to all the hustlas (yea)

[Chorus repeats and fade]