These brothas passin' me and all rollin' fly Coups throw some D's on it but they still ain't got truth They blow they cheese on it then they die and what's the I'm so secure in all I want in life is fruit Don't need no fast money, don't a fast car the faith is a race but it ain't a NASCAR And you and God got beef you keep Chasin' money them hundreds got feet Buddy wanna be rich but 50 done said That he still feel broke though he got bread Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' from the Love of like crack, both of 'em will leave you dead When you die and face God, nothin' left to be of chasin' the truth, you take a lie to the head Homie all I can do is tell you Jesus said and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of God's at hand That's
Got money, got So what who Got money, got I got baby!
want they cheese, American mozzerella The enemy's rat trap might snap any I'm like that dude in Matthew who after finding a all he had to get it, that's a real go-getta The 13 letters, the Torah,Gospel and You'll never see the soul of prophets a profit Now look at 1 6, it's so clear You chase the money and up in a snare Now a vow of poverty, no, not there But you God, the rest, He takes care You step on His back in order to get rich If you do then you're in sin and ordered to You come to Christ for God, you come to Daddy for He ain't take that cross to your vanity purchase Even we all agree that death is certain It seems we believe there's beyond earth crazy
Money, dough, cash, If it was a woman, I promise I to date her Now we broke up she be callin' ya boy a hater Cause all I do is use her for glorifyin' my My treasure's up in Heaven, is my satisfaction If I was I'd be richer than folks who never had Him God is the Gospel, not a new Was empty and He gave me and that's plenty Get me, I could spend six centuries Simply saying I'm satisfied in the And it's sickenin' that knowin' God good enough We tell 'em they can get rich quickly Now this is heresy, false, it's not 2nd Corinthians 8 and verse 2 Read and please believe that a c-note, man, they pockets was e-flat They had joy