[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
If this is s***e age pimping
Then I'ma work for NASA
Coming up with tight a** s***
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 f*** her a** tonite
p**** 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 p****
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 b****** 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 n***** think just cause we got stacks
But when I was broke b****** still rode on my lap
Perhaps
The money that's earned the game that's learned
Them hoe's that yearn
Make them p**** n***** eat yo worm
But here's your turn
s*** go ahead bust shots at me
Cause f****** 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 b****** don't bring no glory
s*** all they bring is a f****** 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 n**** has to die
So I say f*** her
b****** I try my best to duck em
I'm on the run
All these jealous m************ n*****
Is packing guns
For fun they wanna take the air
The Pastor breathe
But the s*** does not give me a scare
They best believe
With ease I want to leave this Earth
But I'ma let these m****f***ers 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 n***** pick my shells up
And run and kick 'em
Tell them n***** we don't give a f***
And f*** who with 'em
Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause
Shot a bird at the judge
Tell 'em f*** they laws
My ball is hard as bricks
So I be d***ed if he charge me with s***
I'm sick as O.J.
And gonna make these hoe's day
It's understood
Pastor Troy up out this m****f***er with the money and the goods
[Hook: 4x]
I got my mind on my money
I ain't studdin' these hoe's [Repeat 2x]
I ain't studdin' these hoe's [2x]
If this is s***e age pimping
Then I'ma work for NASA
Coming up with tight a** s***
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 f*** her a** tonite
p**** 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 p****
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 b****** 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 n***** think just cause we got stacks
But when I was broke b****** still rode on my lap
Perhaps
The money that's earned the game that's learned
Them hoe's that yearn
Make them p**** n***** eat yo worm
But here's your turn
s*** go ahead bust shots at me
Cause f****** 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 b****** don't bring no glory
s*** all they bring is a f****** 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 n**** has to die
So I say f*** her
b****** I try my best to duck em
I'm on the run
All these jealous m************ n*****
Is packing guns
For fun they wanna take the air
The Pastor breathe
But the s*** does not give me a scare
They best believe
With ease I want to leave this Earth
But I'ma let these m****f***ers 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 n***** pick my shells up
And run and kick 'em
Tell them n***** we don't give a f***
And f*** who with 'em
Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause
Shot a bird at the judge
Tell 'em f*** they laws
My ball is hard as bricks
So I be d***ed if he charge me with s***
I'm sick as O.J.
And gonna make these hoe's day
It's understood
Pastor Troy up out this m****f***er with the money and the goods
[Hook: 4x]
I got my mind on my money
I ain't studdin' these hoe's [Repeat 2x]
I ain't studdin' these hoe's [2x]