| If this is space age pimping
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| Then I’ma work for NASA
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| Coming up with tight ass shit
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| Cause this the Pastor
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| Creep up on 'em wit laughter
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| Soon as she show them pearly whites
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| I grin back at her
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| Cause I’m gone fuck her ass tonite
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| Pussy be tight
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| But that don’t mean that its gone end
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| Cause once I hit
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| Here comes the grand opening
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| She hoping then that she can be my main lady
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| And to keep pussy
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| I smile and tell her maybe
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| We lounge on leather
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| I wonder if whether
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| You know I’m da playa
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| Not the Captain Save A. Ho
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| Then I’m back sinking banks
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| While slitting Swishers
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| Lights, cameras, action
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| Why bitches be snapping pictures
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| Wish ya had the lout
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| Wish ya had the money
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| Wish ya had that big body Benz filled with hundreds
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| It’s funny
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| Cause niggas think just cause we got stacks
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| But when I was broke bitches still rode on my lap
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| Perhaps
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| The money that’s earned the game that’s learned
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| Them hoe’s that yearn
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| Make them pussy niggas eat yo worm
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| But here’s your turn
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| Shit go ahead bust shots at me
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| Cause fucking hoe’s and making money the priority
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| Hook:
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| I got my mind on my money
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| I ain’t studdin' these hoe’s (Repeat 2x)
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| I ain’t studdin' these hoe’s 2x
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| Verse 2: Pastor Troy
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| A bunch of bitches don’t bring no glory
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| Shit all they bring is a fucking bunch of lies and stories
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| And yeah I got a stack of stories standing weed high
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| And you can’t take 'em with you when a nigga has to die
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| So I say fuck her
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| Bitches I try my best to duck em
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| I’m on the run
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| All these jealous motherfucking niggas
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| Is packing guns
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| For fun they wanna take the air
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| The Pastor breathe
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| But the shit does not give me a scare
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| They best believe
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| With ease I want to leave this Earth
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| But I’ma let these muthafuckers try to kill me first
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| Let’s keep it interesting
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| The topics I be mentioning
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| Hell and heaven walking streets with that Mack 11
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| Shot 'em with 7
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| Pop them niggas pick my shells up
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| And run and kick 'em
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| Tell them niggas we don’t give a fuck
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| And fuck who with 'em
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| Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause
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| Shot a bird at the judge
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| Tell 'em fuck they laws
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| My ball is hard as bricks
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| So I be damned if he charge me with shit
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| I’m sick as O. J
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| And gonna make these hoe’s day
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| It’s understood
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| Pastor Troy up out this muthafucker with the money and the goods
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| Hook: 4x
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| I got my mind on my money
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| I ain’t studdin' these hoe’s (Repeat 2x)
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| I ain’t studdin' these hoe’s 2x |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mind On My Money , by - Pastor Troy. Song from the album Pastor Troy Presents: I Am D.S.G.B., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп