Lyrics:
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
Aaa u know I don't play
Like I was born and raised in
The aaa
Aaa, for the money I be on my way
Aaa Let them know what I say aaa
Desert egal ya know
)
And alone, and you need a companion (money)
You can ring-ting-a-ling for the maid
If you happen to be rich (money)
And you find you are left by your lover
was up in jail when J-Money died (I was)
Hard times, I was thinkin' 'bout homicide (damn)
No cryin', I'll be out by the summertime (on God)
Click
gettin money by the minute (By the minute)
Hustle hard, never stopping, never finished, no blemish
Green spinach in my pocket, keep's the world spinnin
My
and the pastor want my money
I don’t have no friends, I’m surrounded by Chucky
I don’t have no friends, I’m surrounded by Chucky
I forever making money, I’m from
the Cadillac, 2002 edition
It's Pastor Troy, fuck boy
And your benediction
It ain't no contradiction
You walkin' thin ice
You put your money down monkey nigga
Now
am that nigga
Ion give a fuck what they say
This aint GA but aint more play
I Still a buss at you wit a 223
Like the Pastor
Troy
Solo I was riding
to alot of funerals but not enough weddings Deja Vu Armageddon Too much beef not enough spaghetti Pastor troy Is you ready Take my time Just keep it steady Yes
Oh, oh, oh
It's hard times
We strugglin', tryin' to get by, tryin' to get by
Tryin' to get by, whoa, whoa
It don't stop (don't stop)
Always
a rat, he probably even feel like ain't nun wrong wit that
My niggas like Hendrix when it come to guitars
Nigga I ain't talkin bout Seddy
No Pastor Troy we
nigga! (Throw it up)
Throw it up! (Throw it up, huh)
Ay, ay, yo! Give me a "P", a "T"
It's Pastor Troy mothafucka', that's me!
It's BME! Drama Squad!
they here me sayin' yeah
The Pastor baby
I'm hard as a rock
They claimin' they done kicked Troy ass - boy stop
As long as they make my 10 bags you got
it
In your ear right now
Is the message in the music
About the heaven and the money
And what some pastors said about it
Seek first the kingdom
That's
distracted by money drugs and four
Fives, I count lives all on these songs
Look at the weak and cry, pray one day you'll be strong
Fighting for your rights,
nasa
Youngins robbin' thses niggas like a crooked pastor
Blastin' off on niggas like they work for nasa
Im stackin' hard on these niggas i can do it
shit right
Like 2 chains had to realize
If its white buy it by the pounds
I don't do it slaying it in town
Money stacking like the lego bricks
I sign
the club getting busted in whigs
Memphis, Tennessee we throwing niggas off a bridge
[Verse 2: Pastor Troy]
And then hear I come right around the fucking
too crazy
Way too wavy for your sandcastle
Ay man what's happening? Another baptism by pastor black lip
I'm mashing across the masses
My movement
That means that Ac' is comin hard
And you're regrettin that you tried to pull his card
I start to sweat when MC's get out of hand
And I
centuries
(Hard)
Pastor is spittin' so school is in session
(Pastor)
Free from depression, no more possession
(Demons)
I will not be ruled by demons or Satan
for them haters
Dressin up in gators, takin flags to Vegas
Rollin Navigators, on the seven acres
I'm a money maker dough baker bitch breaker
Grandfathers a pastor
My grandmother she hustles
Settled in its evident
I picked up knowledge of muscle
To bare arms and wear scars on my sleeves
For similar
to the 9th cloud
Imagination on some new heights
I'm also driven by my mom's bra
She works so hard she needs a break bra
And I wanna be that break
Retire her
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