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Hey yo man! Let's do this right, You know what I'm talkin' 'bout Yeah.. yeah! These brothas passin' me and they all rollin' fly coups They 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 use I'm so secure in Jesus all I want in life is fruit I don't need no fast money NOPE don't need a fast car Yeah the faith is a race, but it ain't a nascar And you and God got beef But you keep chasin' money like them hundreds got feet Buddy wanna be rich but even 50 done said That he still feel broke, even tho he got bread Make em throw away they life got 'em runnin' from feds Love of money's like crack, both of 'em will leave you dead When you die and face God, aint nothing left to be said Instead of chasing the Truth, you take a lie to the head And homie all I can do, is tell you what Jesus said: "Repent and turn from your sin, 'cause the kingdom of God's at hand" That's real! Got money, you got paper Money, money, money, paper, Paper, paper, money, you got paper SO WHAT WHO CARES?! Got money, you got paper Money, money, money, paper, Money, money, you got paper I GOT JESUS BABY!! You got money, you got paper You got money, you got paper, paper, Paper, paper, you got paper SO WHAT WHO CARES?! Got money, you got paper You got money, you got paper You got money, paper, paper, I GOT JESUS BABY!! People they want cheese, American mozzarella The enemies rat trap might snap any second I'm like that dude in Matthew who after finding a treasure Gave all he had to get it, that's a real go getta The 13 letters, the Torah, Gospel and Prophets You'll never see a soul who profit chasing profit Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so clear You chase the money and wind up in a snare Now a vow of poverty, no it's not there But you pursue God, the rest He takes care You don't step on His back, in order to get rich If you do then you're in sin and ordered to REPENT You come to Christ for God, you come to Daddy for worship He ain't take that Cross to fund your vanity purchase Even though we all agree that death is certain It seems we believe there's banks beyond earth (THAT'S CRAZY) You got money, you got paper Money, money, paper, paper, Money, money, you got paper SO WHAT WHO CARES?! Got money, you got paper Money, money, paper, paper, Money, money, you got paper I GOT JESUS BABY!! You got money, you got paper You got money, paper, Paper, paper, you got paper SO WHAT WHO CARES?! Got money, you got paper You got money, you got paper Money, money, you got paper I GOT JESUS BABY!! Money dough cash paper If it was a woman I promise I used to date her Now that we broke up, she be callin' ya boy a hater Cause all I do is use her for Glorifying my Maker My treasures in heaven Christ is my satisfaction If I was broke I'd be richer than folk who never had em God is the Gospel not a new Bentley Was empty, but He gave us life and that's plenty Get me, homie I could spend six centuries Simply saying I'm satisfied in the sense An it's sickening, that knowing God ain't good enough We gotta tell em: "they can get rich quickly" Now this is heresy false, it's not true 2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and verse 2 Read that and please believe that Forget a c-note, man they pockets was e-flat They still had joy! You got money, you got paper Money, money, paper, paper, Money, money, you got paper SO WHAT WHO CARES?! Got money, you got paper Money, money, paper, paper, Money, money, you got paper I GOT JESUS BABY!! You got money, you got paper You got money, paper, Paper, paper, you got paper SO WHAT WHO CARES?! Got money, you got paper You got money, you got paper Money, money, you got paper I GOT JESUS BABY!! |