[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]

If this is space age pimping

Then I'ma work for NASA
Coming up with tight $$# %#@!
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 $#&@ her $$# tonite
#~!!@ 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 #~!!@
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 (*##$es 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 ^!$$%s think just cause we got stacks

But when I was broke (*##$es still rode on my lap
Perhaps
The money that's earned the game that's learned

Them hoe's that yearn
Make them #~!!@ ^!$$%s eat yo worm
But here's your turn

%#@! go ahead bust shots at me
Cause $#&@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 (*##$es don't bring no glory

%#@! all they bring is a $#&@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 ^!$$% has to die

So I say $#&@ her
(*##$es I try my best to duck em
I'm on the run

All these jealous mother$#&@ing ^!$$%s
Is packing guns
For fun they wanna take the air

The Pastor breathe
But the %#@! does not give me a scare
They best believe

With ease I want to leave this Earth
But I'ma let these mutha$#&@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 ^!$$%s pick my shells up
And run and kick 'em
Tell them ^!$$%s we don't give a $#&@

And $#&@ who with 'em
Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause
Shot a bird at the judge

Tell 'em $#&@ they laws
My ball is hard as bricks
So I be damned if he charge me with %#@!

I'm sick as O.J.
And gonna make these hoe's day
It's understood
Pastor Troy up out this mutha$#&@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]