Pastor
Quavo, Quality Control, City Girls, Megan Thee Stallion
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This beat from Murda I don't stick to the script (no) Real nigga, I'll punch a nigga in the lip (oh) Get rich, I'll push a brick outta here (woo) F*ck nigga, free, what you think this is? (free) Bad lil' ting, f*ck it up and then peel (bad) Should I buy her bling or should I leave her how she is? (bling) Get that paperwork, I told her sign it like a deal (cash) If she pop the woo just to sharpen her skills (woo) Random (oh), she twerkin' in designers sandals (woo) Ransom (ransom), I took the mask off to smash (smash) Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (pastor) Camera (camera), bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler) Ayy, confess, you know you in love with the drip You know you want me come over and bless you, so let me sit on your lips I know he wanna be mine, he tryna send me a sign Turn him into a believer, now he be payin' his tithes I just landed, I ain't pack a bag, I ain't plan shit Sent him all my info and I told him, "Get it handled" Crazy, couldn't tame the pussy now he hate me Hard on them hoes but for me he's a baby (mwah) Woo, I'm having my way with this shit (huh) I'm on the way to the money (ugh), then on the way to the dick I don't know what date that it is, I wake up and pick where I live Eenie miney mo (ayy), I get whoever I pick (ahh) Big fine ting, neck and wrist bling I could make a hood nigga holla like he sing (Big Ole Freak) Is he my type? Bitch, he might be (bitch, he might be) I could make a rap nigga holla like he sing (hahaha) Random (oh), she twerkin' in designers sandals (woo) Ransom (ransom), I took the mask off to smash (smash) Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (pastor) Camera (camera), bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler) Ah, ah I got all you can handle Sit the pussy on his lip Ha, I'm gon' stamp him Crawl on his dick, Black Panther Hit the bank account then travel Get to the bag, he buy me bags and then I'm Caspar Lil' bitch, I'm hood, I ain't actin' (nah) And I'm good, I ain't askin', my hands good for smackin' Lil' bitch, stop watching past Chanel, you know they taxin' Them prices don't go down, they go up, hoe, stop asking My nigga red flag and I'm jet-laggin' Big baguettes around his neck and his pants saggin' Get this lil' bitch out my set, 'cause she keep naggin' Wait 'til JT get home, lil' bitches, we gon' keep smashin' (bitch) Wait 'til JT get home, lil' bitches, we gon' keep cashin' Diamonds keep flashin', money keep stackin' (yeah) This dirty hoe can't come too close 'cause I might catch a rash (uh) And no matter how rich I get, I'm still gon' show my ass (period) Random (oh), she twerkin' in designers sandals (woo) Ransom (ransom), I took the mask off to smash (smash) Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (pastor) Camera (camera), bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler)
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Written by: Megan Pete, Quavious Marshall, Caresha Brownlee
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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