Church Girls

Hold up hold up this is not pop like it's soda, this what you cop on the corner

Kill them with rock like a stoner, I'm bout to pass you the doja, just puff and pass till we roach her

Stop being sassy like Oprah, just move your ass like a cobra

I got the gas like I'm Yoda, I got the force I got the force

I'm bout to crash in this roadster, I got a Porsche I got a Porsche, she bout to flash for this poster

I got the cash like I'm Sosa, I'm bout to ask her bend over, then I'm a slap it with powder

Money is falling like London, Lauren you hotter then Bunsen, burner always keep it on him

Put them in suits when we gun them, they bout to shoot Babylon them, cause I look cute in my sun tan

Feet made of brass and my bronze skin, and a gentile on my Johnson

Church girls wanna act out

Pass the loud till they pass out