Lecrae - Got Paper [with lyrics] video free download

LYRICS:

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

Don't need no fast money, 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 though he got bread

Make 'em throw away they life, got 'em runnin' from the feds

Love of money's like crack, both of 'em will leave you dead

When you die and face God, nothin' left to be said

Instead of chasin' the truth, you take a lie to the head

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

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Got money, got paper

So what who cares?

Got money, got paper

I got Jesus baby!

People want they cheese, American mozzerella

The enemy's 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 the soul of prophets chasin' a 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

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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 glorifyin' my Maker

My treasure's up in Heaven, Christ is my satisfaction

If I was broke I'd be richer than folks who never had Him

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

And it's sickenin' that knowin' 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

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