Alright Peter, my nigga George Jefferson, niggas is moving on up, and I know Weezy personally. Jeff, what up? Crazy, I need this baby, I don't wanna do this, my lord Nigga I ain't Pastor Mason y'all, nigga Patton Ryan piece of rock acin' y'all And since I got good taste and all, this for all the bad bitches couldn't wait to get they braces off I know we in church, and the way that I'm thinkin' wrong, but inside the Bible is the perfect way to sneak my phone But I don't wanna do that, I came to take the service in and stare at all the women who brought they Louis purses in Bad bitches that hurt, forgive me for my sins, I ain't mean to walk inside a church cursin' again I wanna live righteous, and you know I love Jesus, but you can't catch the Holy Ghost in the Prius Hallelujah, all my real niggas I salute ya, all the bad bitches I'ma run through ya Hop in my Holy Ghost, hallelujah Bam, bam, bam, bam Hop in my Holy Ghost, hallelujah Bam, bam, bam, bam Living praise my lord Look around the church like what that nigga doing here, he probably told him somebody supposed to be doing years But who am I to judge a nigga, A.R. don't wanna go to church, I can't budge the nigga, but I love the nigga So I'ma go for both of us, and put these G-Star slacks with these Louis loafers He'd rather sit outside and listen to Hova, but the service chump in the past is serving mimosas And all this ass in here, how do I focus, collection plate bulging, damn pastor you the coldest My envelope stay swollen, so I'ma count my blessings now, somebody hold this Hallelujah, all my real niggas I salute ya, all the bad bitches I'ma run through ya Hop in my Holy Ghost, hallelujah Bam, bam, bam, bam Hop in my Holy Ghost, hallelujah Bam, bam, bam, bam Living praise my lord Staring in the row behind me, man these fat hoes is too cheap Ain't paying they ties, taking up two seats And look at God's house, packed full of sinners With the sunrise service, now they back for the dinners Yeah I know the chicken good, but your soul ain't And your outfit clean, but your nose ain't And I suppose ain't nobody a liar in here If that was true the whole church would be on fire in here I'm sure glad we got a choir in here To wake me up every time I get tired in here And one thing's for sure, gotta praise the lord Cause when I went to undefeated they still had my fours fell to the floor Like hallelujah, all my real niggas I salute ya, all the bad bitches I'ma run through ya Hop in my Holy Ghost, hallelujah Bam, bam, bam, bam Hop in my Holy Ghost, hallelujah Bam, bam, bam, bam Living praise, all I'm trying to do is I'm trying to do is Praise him Praise him Living praise Praise him All I wanna do is All I wanna do is My lord My lord Praise him Thank you, Lord It's alright It's alright It's alright this season I said it's alright this season Sometimes we have to go through things In order to understand what love is all about Hallelujah