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 ass sh*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 f*ck her ass tonite
pus*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 pus*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*tches 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*ggas think just cause we got stacks
But when I was broke b*tches still rode on my lap
Perhaps
The money that's earned the game that's learned
Them hoe's that yearn
Make them pus*y n*ggas eat yo worm
But here's your turn
sh*t go ahead bust shots at me
Cause f*cking 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*tches don't bring no glory
sh*t all they bring is a f*cking 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*gga has to die
So I say f*ck her
b*tches I try my best to duck em
I'm on the run
All these jealous motherf*cking n*ggas
Is packing guns
For fun they wanna take the air
The Pastor breathe
But the sh*t does not give me a scare
They best believe
With ease I want to leave this Earth
But I'ma let these muthaf*ckers 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 n*ggas pick my shells up
And run and kick 'em
Tell them n*ggas we don't give a f*ck
And f*ck who with 'em
Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause
Shot a bird at the judge
Tell 'em f*ck they laws
My ball is hard as bricks
So I be damned if he charge me with sh*t
I'm sick as O.J
And gonna make these hoe's day
It's understood
Pastor Troy up out this muthaf*cker 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