Hey yo man!
Let's do this right,
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout
Yeah.. yeah!

These brothas passin' me and they all rollin' fly coups
They throw some D's on it, but they still ain't got 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 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
But 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, is tell you what Jesus said:
"Repent and turn from your sin, 'cause the kingdom of God's at hand"
That's real!

Got money, you got paper
Money, money, money, paper,
Paper, paper, money, you got paper
SO WHAT WHO CARES?!
Got money, you got paper
Money, money, money, paper,
Money, money, you got paper
I GOT JESUS BABY!!

You got money, you got paper
You got money, you got paper, paper,
Paper, paper, you got paper
SO WHAT WHO CARES?!
Got money, you got paper
You got money, you got paper
You got money, paper, paper,
I GOT JESUS BABY!!

People they want cheese, American mozzarella
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, that's a real go getta
The 13 letters, the Torah, Gospel and Prophets
You'll never see a soul who 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 to Christ for God, you come to Daddy for worship
He ain't 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)

You got money, you got paper
Money, money, paper, paper,
Money, money, you got paper
SO WHAT WHO CARES?!
Got money, you got paper
Money, money, paper, paper,
Money, money, you got paper
I GOT JESUS BABY!!

You got money, you got paper
You got money, paper,
Paper, paper, you got paper
SO WHAT WHO CARES?!
Got money, you got paper
You got money, you got paper
Money, money, you got paper
I GOT JESUS BABY!!

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 folk who never had em
God is the Gospel not a new Bentley
Was empty, but He gave us life and that's plenty
Get me, homie I could spend six centuries
Simply saying I'm satisfied in the sense
An it's sickening, that knowing God ain't good 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!

You got money, you got paper
Money, money, paper, paper,
Money, money, you got paper
SO WHAT WHO CARES?!
Got money, you got paper
Money, money, paper, paper,
Money, money, you got paper
I GOT JESUS BABY!!

You got money, you got paper
You got money, paper,
Paper, paper, you got paper
SO WHAT WHO CARES?!
Got money, you got paper
You got money, you got paper
Money, money, you got paper
I GOT JESUS BABY!!