Lemon Haze

Money

Mus'

Don Diva Scar, you hit the hash

London fog in the mornin', pound cake for my darlin'

Outta state and we scorin'

My bitch bad, she built like a mannequin (my MILF)

Fly to Manchester, might have a Heineken

In heaven for some days, smokin' on lemon haze

Lingerie, as she start to demonstrate

Coffee shops in Euro' got a player seein' plural (money)

Pushin' P the plan

Nights in the 'hood with the rice over lamb

Got ya wife in the Lamb', I keep it thorough

Took it way pass the borough, it's all ism

I talk my shit and they listen (listen)

Jazzy saxophone, baby, let me take you home

I'm swervin' in the whip, almost crashed off the road

Polo bar with some hos (yeah)

I made it back safe and slipped in my robe (money)

Sippin' on Moët, I'm a poet, Mos Def

Shawty chose, and we left (we gone)

Got style, and she know it (she know it)

Mos Def, I'm a poet (I'm a poet)

Shawty chose, so we goin' (so we goin')

Mos Def, I'm a poet (I'm a poet)

Got style and she know it (and she know it)

Mos Def, I'm a poet (I'm a poet)

Shawty chose, so we goin' (so we goin')

Mos Def, I'm a poet (I'm a poet)

Tick-tock, tick-tock, you don't stop (tick-tick)

Tick-tock, tick-tock, you don't stop (tick-tick)

Tick-tock, tick-tock, you don't stop (tick-tick)