[Verse 1]   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 don't need no fast money NOPE dont need a fast car   yeah the faith is a race but i't aint a nascar   homie 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 hungry 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.      [Chorus]   You got money   You got paper   So what who cares    I got Jesus baby      [Verse 2]   people they want cheese american mozzerella   the enemies rat trap might snap any second   I'm like that dude in matthew who after finding a treasure   gave all he had to get it thats a real go getta   people dying over wood grain chrome and some leather   They got expensive tastes but the faith tastes better   i know the ice wet but the living water wetter   but dont believe me read the 13 letters   or you can torah the gospel and all the prophets   But homie I promise you'll never profit chasing 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 (THATS CRAZY)      [Verse 3]   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 Golorifying 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 us life and that's plenty   get me...homie I could spend six centries   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 c-note man they pockets was e-flat   They still had joy