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