Verse 1: Pastor Troy If this is space age pimping Then I'ma work for NASA Coming up with tight ass shit Cause this the Pastor Creep up on 'em wit laughter Soon as she show them pearly whites I grin back at her Cause I'm gone fuck her ass tonite Pussy be tight But that don't mean that its gone end Cause once I hit Here comes the grand opening She hoping then that she can be my main lady And to keep pussy I smile and tell her maybe We lounge on leather I wonder if whether You know I'm da playa Not the Captain Save A. Ho Then I'm back sinking banks While slitting Swishers Lights, cameras, action Why bitches be snapping pictures Wish ya had the lout Wish ya had the money Wish ya had that big body Benz filled with hundreds It's funny Cause niggas think just cause we got stacks But when I was broke bitches still rode on my lap Perhaps The money that's earned the game that's learned Them hoe's that yearn Make them pussy niggas eat yo worm But here's your turn Shit go ahead bust shots at me Cause fucking hoe's and making money the priority
Hook:
I got my mind on my money I ain't studdin' these hoe's (Repeat 2x) I ain't studdin' these hoe's 2x
Verse 2: Pastor Troy
A bunch of bitches don't bring no glory Shit all they bring is a fucking bunch of lies and stories And yeah I got a stack of stories standing weed high And you can't take 'em with you when a nigga has to die So I say fuck her Bitches I try my best to duck em I'm on the run All these jealous motherfucking niggas Is packing guns For fun they wanna take the air The Pastor breathe But the shit does not give me a scare They best believe With ease I want to leave this Earth But I'ma let these muthafuckers try to kill me first Let's keep it interesting The topics I be mentioning Hell and heaven walking streets with that Mack 11 Shot 'em with 7 Pop them niggas pick my shells up And run and kick 'em Tell them niggas we don't give a fuck And fuck who with 'em Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause Shot a bird at the judge Tell 'em fuck they laws My ball is hard as bricks So I be damned if he charge me with shit I'm sick as O.J. And gonna make these hoe's day It's understood Pastor Troy up out this muthafucker with the money and the goods
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