Pastor

Lyrics

[Intro] (This beat from Murda) [Verse 1: Quavo] 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 out of here (Woo) Fuck nigga, 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 pop the woo just to sharpen her skills (Woo) [Chorus: Quavo] Random (Oh), she twerk it in designer sandals (Woo) Ransom (Ransom), I took the mask off to smash her (Smash) Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (Pastor) Camera (Camera), bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler) [Verse 2: Megan Thee Stallion] 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 Ayy, 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 (Ayy, ayy, 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 day 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 holler like he sing (Big ole freak) Is he my type? Bitch, he might be (Bitch, he might be) I could make a rap nigga holler like he sing, ah [Chorus: Quavo] Random (Oh), she twerk it in designer 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) [Verse 3: Yung Miami] Ah, ah, I got all you can handle Stick the pussy on his lip, how I'm gon' stamp him Crawl on his dick, Black Panther Hit the bank account, then travel Get to the back, he buy me bags, and then I'm Casper 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 walkin' past Chanel, you know they taxin' Them prices don't go down, they go up, ho, stop askin' My nigga red flaggin', I'm jet-laggin' Big baguettes around his neck and his pants saggin' Get this lil' bitch out my section, 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 ho 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) [Chorus: Quavo] Random (Oh), she twerk it in designer sandals (Woo) Ransom (Ransom), I took the mask off to smash her (Smash) Santa (Santa), big bag, I bless you like a pastor (Pastor) Camera (Camera), bitch, I feel like Adam Sandler (Sandler)