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 sh** 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 f** 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 co*ked so you can get paid And catch a po-po slippin While he tryin to jack a n***a 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 n***a 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 s**a 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 pa**in 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 a** 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 fades