Mind On My Money Lyrics - D.s.g.b. I Am D.s.g.b. - Pastor Troy

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