[Verse 1: Pastor Troy]
    If this is space age pimping
  Then I'ma work for NASA
  Coming up with tight ass shit
  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 fuck her ass tonite
  Pussy 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 pussy
  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 bitches 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 niggas think just cause we got stacks
  But when I was broke bitches still rode on my lap
  Perhaps
  The money that's earned the game that's learned
  Them hoe's that yearn
  Make them pussy niggas eat yo worm
  But here's your turn
  Shit go ahead bust shots at me
  Cause fucking 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 bitches don't bring no glory
  Shit all they bring is a fucking 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 nigga has to die
  So I say fuck her
  Bitches I try my best to duck em
  I'm on the run
  All these jealous motherfucking niggas
  Is packing guns
  For fun they wanna take the air
  The Pastor breathe
  But the shit does not give me a scare
  They best believe
  With ease I want to leave this Earth
  But I'ma let these muthafuckers 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 niggas pick my shells up
  And run and kick 'em
  Tell them niggas we don't give a fuck
  And fuck who with 'em
  Equitted so see me smiling to a round of applause
  Shot a bird at the judge
  Tell 'em fuck they laws
  My ball is hard as bricks
  So I be damned if he charge me with shit
  I'm sick as O.J.
  And gonna make these hoe's day
  It's understood
  Pastor Troy up out this muthafucker 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]