作曲 : Lecrae Moore/Regis Jones 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 I'm so secure in Jesus all I want in life is fruit. I I don't need no fast money NOPE Don't need a fast car Yeah the faith is a race but it ain't 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
作曲 : Lecrae Moore/Regis Jones 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 I'm so secure in Jesus all I want in life is fruit. I I don't need no fast money NOPE Don't need a fast car Yeah the faith is a race but it ain't 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
