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These passin' me and they all rollin' fly Coups
They throw some D's on it but they ain't got truth
They blow 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 money, don't need a fast car
Yeah the is a race but it ain't a NASCAR
And you and God got beef cause you
Chasin' money like them got feet
Buddy wanna be rich but 50 done said
That he still broke even though he got bread
Make 'em throw they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds
of money's like crack, both of 'em will leave you dead
When you die and face God, nothin' left to be
Instead of chasin' the truth, you a lie to the head
Homie all I can do is you what Jesus said
Repent and turn from your sin the kingdom of God's at hand
real

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

want they cheese, American mozzerella
The rat trap might snap any second
I'm like that in Matthew 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 soul of prophets chasin' a
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, 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 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 your vanity purchase
though we all agree that death is certain
It seems we there's banks beyond earth
That's

Money, dough, cash,
If it was a woman, I promise I used to her
Now we broke up she be callin' ya boy a hater
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 than folks who had Him
God is the Gospel, not a new
Was empty and He gave me and that's plenty
Get me, homie I could spend six
saying I'm satisfied in the sensie
And it's sickenin' that knowin' God ain't enough
We gotta 'em they can get rich quickly
Now this is heresy, false, not true
2nd Corinthians chapter 8 and 2
that and please believe that
Forget a c-note, man, they pockets was
still had joy