Pastor lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, my guy Morris, oh yeah
Woo, this that Loren Miller sh*t, yeah
Peep me out

[Verse 1: JAG]
Yeah, n*ggas laughin', them n*ggas lookin' quite funny
They saw me chillin' with Meek, I was fat and lookin' quite bummy
Smartest n*ggas who diss me, them n*ggas lookin' like dummies
They never thought that they'd see me, I come in lookin' like money
I swear, park the Bentley in the hood and still say what's up
A n*gga di*k is worth money, b*tches should pay to f*ck
Never forget the real, these n*ggas countin' me out
Like I ain't spendin' on that, n*gga, this sh*t for bills
But ain't no fallin', I'm big ballin', my b*tches ill
Her dress is fitted, the kicks is killed, she the sh*t for real
These n*ggas get on they tough sh*t, I'ma get the steel and eat
Talkin' Wolfgang Puck sh*t when they ship the meal
Helen diamonds, I gots the boss on the trip, you know
Grill up the calamari, the lobster sauce for the drip, that's real
So much money, I feel like I need a posse
I'm killin' you seed, c*cky
I'm breaded like DiBiase, it's JAG

[Chorus: Tiffany Gouché]
My time comin', it's the maker
And we just tryna double up that pay stub
The whole world changin', you should shape up
And you can feel my soul when I speak
Speak, ain't tryna preach, tryna preach
Follow me, yes I've got the mess
Let me speak, ain't tryna preach, tryna preach
Best believe you gon' get that mess