Got Paper Lyrics - Lecrae

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, Ggospel 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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