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

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

People they cheese, American mozzerella
The enemy's rat trap might any second
I'm like dude in Matthew 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 see the soul of prophets chasin' a profit
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so
You chase the money and wind up in a
Now a vow of poverty, no, it's not
But you pursue God, the rest, He takes
You don't on His back in order 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 to fund your vanity purchase
Even though we all agree that is certain
It we believe there's banks beyond earth
That's

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I I used to date her
Now that we broke up she be callin' ya boy a
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 life and plenty
Get me, homie I could spend six
Simply saying I'm in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that knowin' God good enough
We tell 'em they can get rich quickly
Now this is heresy, false, it's not
2nd chapter 8 and verse 2
that and please believe that
Forget a c-note, man, pockets was e-flat
still had joy