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 it's 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