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These brothas me and they all rollin' fly Coups
They throw D's on it but they still ain't got truth
They blow they cheese on it they die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus all I want in is fruit
Don't need no fast money, don't need a car
Yeah the faith is a race but it ain't a
And you and God got beef cause you
Chasin' like them hundreds got feet
Buddy wanna be but even 50 done said
That he feel broke even though he got bread
Make 'em throw they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of money's like crack, both of 'em leave you dead
When you die and face God, nothin' to be said
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 sin cause the kingdom of God's at hand
That's

Got money, got
So what who
Got money, got
I got baby!

People want they cheese, mozzerella
The enemy's rat trap might snap any
I'm like that dude in who after finding a treasure
Gave all he had to get it, that's a go-getta
The 13 letters, the Torah,Gospel and
You'll never see the of prophets chasin' 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, it's not
But you God, the rest, He takes care
You don't step on His 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 fund vanity purchase
Even though we all agree that death is
It seems we believe there's banks beyond
crazy

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I I used to date her
Now that we 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 broke I'd be than folks who never had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He gave me life and plenty
Get me, I could spend six centuries
Simply I'm satisfied in the sensie
And it's sickenin' knowin' God ain't 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