Pastor lyrics

[Intro]
This beat from Murda

[Verse 1: Quavo]
I don't stick to the script (No)
Real n*gga, I'll punch a n*gga in the lip (Oh)
Get rich, I'll push a brick outta here (Woo)
f*ck n*gga, free, what you think this is? (Free)
Bad lil' ting, f*ck it up and then peel (Bad)
Should I buy her bling or should I leave her how she is? (Bling)
Get that paperwork, I told her sign it like a deal (Cash)
Then she pop the woo just to sharpen her skills (Woo)

[Chorus: Quavo]
Random (Oh), she twerk it in designer sandals (Woo)
Ransom (Ransom), I took the mask off to smash (Smash)
Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (Pastor)
Camera (Camera), b*tch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler)

[Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion]
Ayy, confess, you know you in love with the drip
You know you want me come over and bless you, so let me sit on your lips, ayy
I know he wanna be mine, he tryna send me a sign
Turn him into a believer, now he be payin' his tithes
I just landed, I ain't pack a bag, I ain't plan sh*t
Sent him all my info and I told him, "Get it handled"
Crazy, couldn't tame the pus*y now he hate me
Hard on them hoes but for me he's a baby (Ayy, ayy, mwah)
Woo, I'm having my way with this sh*t (Huh)
I'm on the way to the money (Ugh), then on the way to the di*k
I don't know what day that it is, I wake up and pick where I live
Eenie miney mo (Ayy), I get whoever I pick (Ahh)
Big fine ting, neck and wrist bling
I could make a hood n*gga holla like he sing (Big ole freak)
Is he my type? b*tch, he might be (b*tch, he might be)
I could make a rap n*gga holla like he sing, ah
[Chorus: Quavo]
Random (Oh), she twerk it in designer sandals (Woo)
Ransom (Ransom), I took the mask off to smash (Smash)
Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (Pastor)
Camera (Camera), b*tch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler)

[Verse 3: Yung Miami]
Ah, ah
I got all you can handle
Stick the pus*y on his lip
How I'm gon' stamp him
Crawl on his di*k, Black Panther
Hit the bank account then travel
Get to the back, he buy me bags and then I'm Caspar
Lil' b*tch, I'm hood, I ain't actin' (Nah)
And I'm good, I ain't askin', my hands good for smackin'
Lil' b*tch, stop walkin' past Chanel, you know they taxin'
Them prices don't go down, they go up, ho, stop askin'
My n*gga red flaggin', I'm jet-laggin'
Big baguettes around his neck and his pants saggin'
Get this lil' b*tch out my section, she keep naggin'
Wait 'til JT get home, lil' b*tches, we gon' keep smashin' (b*tch)
Wait 'til JT get home, lil' b*tches, we gon' keep cashin'
Diamonds keep flashin', money keep stackin' (Yeah)
This dirty ho can't come too close 'cause I might catch a rash (Uh)
And no matter how rich I get, I'm still gon' show my ass (Period)
[Chorus: Quavo]
Random (Oh), she twerk it in designer sandals (Woo)
Ransom (Ransom), I took the mask off to smash (Smash)
Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (Pastor)
Camera (Camera), b*tch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler)