Tell me enemies, say that the money man a preach
You a wig over the street, like the sun govern the beach
So me step inna the street and me neat, yeah me clean with me white sun
And me see a pretty beam, me a pretty physique, man me like her
And you see we a beat with the weed, without V's and me fly gone
I fi tell a little priest to run in, laser beam with the lights on