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These brothas passin' me and they all 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 Jesus all I want in 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 like them hundreds got
Buddy wanna be but even 50 done said
he still feel broke even though he got bread
Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' the feds
Love of money's like crack, both of 'em will you dead
When you die and face God, nothin' to be said
Instead of chasin' the truth, you a lie to the head
Homie all I can do is tell you what Jesus
Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of God's at
real

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

People want they cheese, mozzerella
The rat trap might snap any second
I'm like that dude in who after finding a treasure
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 don't step on His back in to get rich
If you do then 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
Even we all agree that death is certain
It seems we believe there's banks beyond
That's

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 treasure's up in Heaven, Christ is my
If I was broke I'd be richer than 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 six centuries
saying I'm satisfied in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that knowin' God good enough
We gotta tell 'em they can get rich
Now this is heresy, false, not true
2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and 2
Read that and please believe
a c-note, man, they pockets was e-flat
They had joy