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