Pastor - Quality Control/Quavo/City Girls/Megan Thee Stallion

Lyrics by：Quavious Marshall/Jatavia Johnson/Caresha Brownlee/Shane Lindstrom

Composed by：Quavious Marshall/Jatavia Johnson/Caresha Brownlee/Shane Lindstrom

This beat from Murda

Quavo：

I don't stick to the script

No

Real n***a I'll punch a n***a in the lip

Oh

Get rich I'll push a brick outta here

Woo

F**k n***a free what you think this is

Free

Bad lil' ting f**k 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

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

B***h I feel like Adam Sandler

Sandler

Megan Thee Stallion：

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 s**t

Sent him all my info and I told him

Get it handled

Crazy couldn't tame the p***y now he hate me

Hard on them h*es but for me he's a baby

Woo I'm having my way with this s**t

Huh

I'm on the way to the money

Ugh

Then on the way to the d**k

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 n***a holla like he sing

Big ole freak

Is he my type b***h he might be

B***h he might be

I could make a rap n***a 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

B***h I feel like Adam Sandler

Yung Miami：

I got all you can handle

Stick the p***y on his lip

How I'm gon' stamp him

Crawl on his d**k Black Panther

Hit the bank account then travel

Get to the back he buy me bags and then I'm Caspar

Lil' b***h I'm hood I ain't actin'

Nah

And I'm good I ain't askin' my hands good for smackin'

Lil' b***h stop walkin' past Chanel you know they taxin'

Them prices don't go down they go up ho stop askin'

My n***a red flaggin' I'm jet-laggin'

Big baguettes around his neck and his pants saggin'

Get this lil' b***h out my set 'cause she keep naggin'

Wait 'til JT get home lil' b***hes we gon' keep smashin'

B***h

Wait 'til JT get home lil' b***hes 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 a*s

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

B***h I feel like Adam Sandler

Sandler