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These passin' me and they all rollin' fly Coups
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 in Jesus all I want in life is fruit
Don't need no fast money, don't a fast car
Yeah the is a race but it ain't a NASCAR
And you and God got beef you keep
money like them hundreds got feet
Buddy be rich but even 50 done said
That he still feel broke even though he got
Make 'em away they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
Love of money's crack, both of 'em will 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 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 they cheese, American mozzerella
The rat trap might snap any second
I'm like that dude in Matthew who after finding a
Gave all he had to get it, that's a 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 care
You don't step on His in order to get rich
If you do you're in sin and ordered to repent
You come to Christ for God, you to Daddy for worship
He ain't take that to fund your vanity purchase
Even we all agree that death is certain
It seems we believe there's banks earth
That's

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I to date her
Now we broke up she be callin' ya boy a hater
Cause all I do is use her for glorifyin' my
My treasure's up in Heaven, Christ is my
If I was I'd be richer than folks who never had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He gave me life and plenty
Get me, homie I spend six centuries
Simply saying I'm in the sensie
And it's that knowin' God ain't good enough
We gotta tell 'em they can get quickly
Now this is heresy, false, it's not
2nd Corinthians 8 and verse 2
Read and please believe that
Forget a c-note, man, pockets was e-flat
They had joy