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

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

People want they cheese, American
The enemy's rat trap might 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 chasin' a profit
Now look at 1 6, it's so clear
You chase the and wind up in a snare
Now a vow of poverty, no, not there
But you pursue God, the rest, He care
You step on His back in order to get rich
If you do then you're in sin and ordered to
You come to Christ for God, you to Daddy for worship
He take that cross to fund your vanity purchase
Even we all agree that 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 glorifyin' my
My up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction
If I was broke I'd be richer than folks who had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He gave me life and that's
Get me, homie I spend six centuries
Simply saying I'm satisfied in the
And sickenin' that knowin' God ain't good enough
We gotta tell 'em can get rich quickly
Now is heresy, false, it's not true
2nd chapter 8 and verse 2
Read that and please believe
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
still had joy