Pastor Troy - Mind On My Money lyrics

Verse 1: Pastor Troy If this is space age pimping Then I'ma work for NASA Coming up with tight a** sh** 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**y 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**y 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**hes 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***as think just cause we got stacks But when I was broke b**hes still rode on my lap Perhaps The money that's earned the game that's learned Them hoe's that yearn Make them p**y n***as eat yo worm But here's your turn sh** go ahead bust shots at me Cause f**ing 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**hes don't bring no glory sh** all they bring is a f**ing 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***a has to die So I say f** her b**hes I try my best to duck em I'm on the run All these jealous motherf**ing n***as Is packing guns For fun they wanna take the air The Pastor breathe But the sh** does not give me a scare They best believe With ease I want to leave this Earth But I'ma let these muthaf**ers try to k** 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***as pick my shells up And run and kick 'em Tell them n***as 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 damned if he charge me with sh** I'm sick as O.J And gonna make these hoe's day It's understood Pastor Troy up out this muthaf**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