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

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

People want they cheese, mozzerella
The enemy's rat trap might any second
I'm like that dude in Matthew who after a treasure
Gave all he had to get it, a real 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 wind up in a
Now a vow of poverty, no, not there
But you pursue God, the rest, He takes
You don't step on His back in to get rich
If you do you're in sin and ordered to repent
You come to for God, you come to Daddy for worship
He ain't that cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even though we all agree death is certain
It we believe there's banks beyond earth
crazy

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I 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 richer folks who never had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He gave me life and that's
Get me, homie I could six centuries
Simply saying I'm in the sensie
And it's that knowin' God ain't good enough
We gotta tell 'em can get rich quickly
Now is heresy, false, it's not true
2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and 2
Read that and please that
a c-note, man, they pockets was e-flat
They had joy