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| PASTOR TROY | Mind On My Money |
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If this is space age pimping
Then Ima 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 Im gone fuck her ass tonite
Pussy be tight
But that dont 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 Im da playa
Not the Captain Save A. Ho
Then Im 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
Its funny
Cause niggas think just cause we got stacks
But when I was broke bitches still rode on my lap
Perhaps
The money thats earned the game thats learned
Them hoes that yearn
Make them pussy niggas eat yo worm
But heres your turn
Shit go ahead bust shots at me
Cause fucking hoes and making money the priority
I got my mind on my money
I aint studdin these hoes
I aint studdin these hoes
A bunch of bitches dont 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 cant take em with you when a nigga has to die
So I say fuck her
Bitches I try my best to duck em
Im 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 Ima let these muthafuckers try to kill me first
Lets 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 dont 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
Im sick as O.J.
And gonna make these hoes day
Its understood
Pastor Troy up out this muthafucker with the money and the goods
I got my mind on my money
I aint studdin these hoes
I aint studdin these hoes
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