Pastor Troy

Pastor Troy - Mind On My Money

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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

 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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Pastor Troy, Khaotic Generation Records

Details:

Released in: 2000

Language: English

Appearing on: I am D.S.G.B. (2000)

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