Pastor (feat. Megan Thee Stallion)

(This beat from Murda)

I don't stick to the script (No)

Real ****, I'll punch a **** in the lip (Ooh)

Get rich, I'll push a brick outta here (Whoo)

Fuck ****, free, what you think this is? (Free)

Bad lil ting, fuck 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)

Then she popped that whoo just to sharpen her skills (Whoo)

Random

She twerk it in designers sandals

Ransom

I took the mask off to smash

Santa

Big bag, I bless you like a pastor

Camera

Bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler

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

Ust 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

Whoo! I'm having my way with this shit

Huh, I'm on the way to the money

Then on the way to the dick

I don't know what day that it is

I wake up and pick where I live

Eenie miney moe

Ay, I get whoever I pick

Big fine ting, make a wrist bling

I could make a hood **** holla like he sing (Big Ole Freak)

Is he my type? Bitch, he might be

I could make a rap **** holla like he sing, ah

Random

She twerk it in designers sandals

Ransom

I took the mask off to smash

Santa

Big bag, I bless you like a pastor

Camera

Bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler

I got all you can handle

Stick the pussy on his lip

Pow! I'm gonna 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'

And I'm good, I ain't askin'

My hands good for smackin'

Lil bitch start walkin' past Chanel

You know they taxin'

Them prices don't go down, they go up

Hoe, stop asking

My **** red flag and I'm jet-laggin'

Big baguettes around his neck and his pants saggin'

Get this lil bitch out my section, she keep naggin'

Wait till JT get home, lil bitches, we gon' keep smashin'

Wait till JT get home, lil bitches, we gon' keep cashin'

Diamonds keep flashin', money keep stackin'

This dirty hoe can't come too close 'cause I might catch a rash

And no matter how rich I get, I'm still gon' show my ass

Random

She twerk it in designers sandals

Ransom

I took the mask off to smash

Santa

Big bag, I bless you like a pastor

Camera

Bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler