Church St. - No Fishing In Paradise lyrics

[Verse 1: Church St] I got a rainbow on my trucker hat (Whatchu know about that) Three girls and they all bad (Cause they all black) Hit you with a text that say I'm never gonna call back n***as mixing henny with the acid, that's a heart attack Ten or twenty in the safe, I'm flexing like I'm Billy Blanks Ask me have I seen your man, he in the kitchen mixing dranks And if you heard my other song, you know I'm in here peeling Franks My hair is getting played in but b**h I feel like Phillip Banks Count that money once (one more time) to reiterate Lani do her dance, guarantee it will precipitate Do I have to demonstrate? Bringing back Next, Room Raiders, and Eliminate Still getting cake like my belated after dinner plate Still switching lanes, scaring people on the interstate It's still f** you and what any other n***a say As long as lani feel okay (And i'm feeling great) [Verse 2: Church St] And it ain't no fishing in paradise It's no signal from a satellite And no d**, it's a natural high I'm somewhere with a handsome guy On the beach in the candlelight He can eat my oohnana pie, careful not to let sand inside I'll take you to another level, welcome to the Enterprise I'm looking for someone to put that pipe inside my dandelion Super blunt cause I roll super blunts And, I do my own stunts f**ing slumped from the skunk I told my baby via text "Come and hit it when you want" A nasty girl, I keep an extra set of clothes inside the trunk Lips sealed, my mama taught me how to be a cla**y girl But low-key, Church Street, probably somewhere high as f** I let the plug fye me up (up, up, up) (up, up, up, up)