Lyrics:
And you know how I get when I'm thinking bout death
When my time for to go put my feelings on a shelf
Know my soul finna parish don't cry by yourself
Even
you niggas
Before I go broke
I get to spraying at you niggas
We all get the blood money, what what?
Troy ave getting drug money, fuck is up
I'm your
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
Pastor Troy CD Brother
We ready
What you talking about
Ain't no more Playin's
Yeah
This is what the fuck you see
What you talking about
Ain't no more
calm
That's my ringtone
Pull up, do a drive by on the whip, shoot the paint off
The ice on yo neck really hard, snatch yo chain off
Said he on my level,
(DESTROYING)
God raised me devil take over
I'ma devil son trying to go back to God
When ever you see me don't ask me for shit
My money is devil money, you eat
And you, wha? Nigga
I ain't scared of you bitches, I'll put yo' brain in stitches
This remix for real niggaz who get money to trenches
Check my resume
When you're down in Deep Ellum, put your money in your shoe
Don't ask what your country can do for you
Cash on the barrelhead, money to burn
Dealey
slick, the oil castor
I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA
Like pastor, Troy we ready
Me and Eddie we get to the fetty
You couldn't stop
the oil castor
I'm in a different space, you couldn't get in with NASA
Like pastor, Troy we ready
Me and Eddie we get to the fetty
You couldn't stop
then I kick it wit ya
Full time vet, I be working on my day off
Pastor troy og, shawty smoke his damn face off
No beef, I'm dripping A1
Play Hard shit
I go
[Pastor Troy]
The underground puttin it down fo 5 years
the blood, the sweat, the motherfuckin tears
I'm livin the life of a young drug lord
don't cry
I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching-ching! Jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back
me know.
I see our fallen leaders
They preaching for the show
They take your money push glamor
So that they streams can grow
Teach me the bible pastor
On Yo Knees Pop Dat Pussy Lik Im Pastor Troy
Im From Dat A But Really Baby Ima Georgia Boy(4real)
Dont Think These Country Niggas Slow About Nethang
Im
to rap,
rat-a-tat rat-a-tat at the window
*knock knock* (at the window)
Who's there? (hunger) oh, hunger!!
See how love flies out the door...
For, money
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
I'm in the studio cooking some hits
A young nigga feelin like Garçon
Got so much money and problems
They asking for guala
I'm bringing a bag home
I'm in
Certified thick by the FDA
Certified rich like your sugar daddy
I’m just tryna clout, Sharpay Evans in this bitch
Now where my Troy at, Gabriella in
you hatred
There's no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There's enemies, envy, with green my niggas, lawnmower
And I'm on tour, Jordan 4's, Tom
[Pastor Troy talking}
Pastor, disaster
I'm just laying down my bass shit
You know my bass my bass one
y'all God damn (well UN-huh nigga)
Crank
using the universe to disperse
You to my newest verse
Taking it as a advantage boy
Your vantage point
Is Manson poised
Piggyback like Pastor Troy
I'm not
money)
I try my hardest not to look back (I try)
Not too long ago I would've took that (Gimme that)
This for my niggas had to cook packs (Cook cook)
to get by
From the city, bitch
You blessed to make it out
Play with me, bitch
I'ma show you somethin' (yeah)
Lil Muney, I be thumbin' through this money
My
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