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