Pastor

(Album: Quality Control: Control The Streets, Vol. 2 - 2019)

This beat from Murda

[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 outta 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)

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)

[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 paying 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 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, ah

[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)

[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 Caspar
Lil' bitch, I'm hood, I ain't acting (Nah)
And I'm good, I ain't asking, my hands good for smacking
Lil' bitch, stop walking past Chanel, you know they taxing
Them prices don't go down, they go up, ho, stop asking
My nigga red flagging, I'm jet-lagging
Big baguettes around his neck and his pants sagging
Get this lil' bitch out my set, 'cause she keep nagging
Wait 'til JT get home, lil' bitches, we gon' keep smashing (Bitch)
Wait 'til JT get home, lil' bitches, we gon' keep cashing
Diamonds keep flashing, money keep stacking (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)

[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)