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 fades
