Hook:
You got money; You got paper
So what' Who cares'
You got money; You got paper
I got Jesus, baby!

these brothas passin me and they all rollin fly coups they throw some D's on but they still aint got the truth/ they blow they cheese on it then they die and what's the use/ Im so secure in jesus all i want in life is fruit. I I don't need no fast money/ NOPE/ dont need a fast car/ yeah the faith is a race but it aint a nascar/ and you and God got beef cause you keep chasin money like them hundreds got feet/ buddy wanna be rich but even 50 done said that he still feel broke even tho he got bread/ make em throw away they life got em runnin from feds/ love of money's like crack both of em will leave you dead/ when you die and face God aint nothing left to be said/ instead of Chasing the truth you take a lie to the head/ and homie all I can do tell you what Jesus said/ Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of God's at hand.

people they want chesse american mozzarella/ the enemies rat trap might snap any second/ 'm like that dude in matthew who after finding a treasure/ gave all he had to get it thats a real go getta/ the 13 letters/the torah the gospel and all the prophets/ But you'll never see a soul who profit chasing the profit/ Now look at 1 Timothy 6 it's so clear/ you chase the money and wind up in a snare/ now a vow of poverty no it's not there/ but you pursue God the rest he takes care/ you don't step on his back in order to get rich/ if you do then you're in sin and ordered to REPENT/ you come come to Christ for God/ You come to Daddy for worship/ He aint take that Cross to fund your vanity purchase/ even though we all agree that death is certain/ it seems we believe there's banks beyond earth (THAT'S CRAZY)

Money dough cash paper/ if it was a woman I promise I used to date her/ now that we broke up she be callin ya boy a hater/ Cause all I do is use her for Glorifying my maker/ my treasures in heaven Christ is my satisfaction/ if I was broke I'd be richer than folkv never had em/ God is the Gospel not a new bentley/ was empty and he gave me life and that's plenty/ get me...homie I could spend six centuries/ simply saying I'm satisfied in the sensie / an it's sickening, that knowing God aint enough we gotta tell em they can get rich quickly/ now this is heresy/ false it's not true/ 2nd corinthians chapter 8 and verse 2 / read that and please believe that forget a c-note man they pockets was e-flat. They still had joy