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These brothas passin' me and they all rollin' fly
They throw some D's on it but they still ain't got
They blow they cheese on it then they die and the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus all I in life is fruit
Don't need no fast money, don't need a car
the faith is a race but it ain't a NASCAR
And you and God got beef cause you
Chasin' money like them got feet
wanna be rich but even 50 done said
That he still feel even though he got bread
'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of money's like crack, both of 'em will leave you
When you die and face God, nothin' left to be
Instead of the truth, you take a lie to the head
Homie all I can do is tell you what said
Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of at hand
That's

Got money, got
So who cares?
Got money, got
I got baby!

People want cheese, American mozzerella
The rat trap might snap any second
I'm like that dude in Matthew who finding a treasure
Gave all he had to get it, a real go-getta
The 13 letters, the Torah,Gospel and
never see the soul of prophets chasin' a profit
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so
You the money and wind up in a snare
Now a vow of poverty, no, it's not
But you God, the rest, He takes care
You don't step on His back in to get rich
If you do you're in sin and ordered to repent
You come to for God, you come to Daddy for worship
He ain't take that cross to fund vanity purchase
though we all agree that death is certain
It seems we believe there's banks earth
crazy

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I I used to date her
Now that we broke up she be ya boy a hater
Cause all I do is use her for my Maker
My up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction
If I was broke I'd be 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, homie I could spend six
saying I'm satisfied in the sensie
And sickenin' that knowin' God ain't good enough
We tell 'em they can get rich quickly
Now is heresy, false, it's not true
2nd chapter 8 and verse 2
Read that and believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
They had joy