Текст песни: Got Paper + перевод

These brothas passin' me and they all rollin' fly coups

They throw some D’s on but they still ain’t 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 don’t need no fast money NOPE don’t need a fast car

Yeah the faith is a race but i’t ain’t 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 ain’t 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 is what Jesus said

Repent and turn from your sin cause the kingdom of God’s at hand

Got money, got paper

So what who cares?

Got money, got 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

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 don’t 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 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)

Got money, got paper

So what who cares?

Got money, 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 and he gave us life and that’s plenty

Get me… homie I could spend six centuries

Simply saying I’m satisfied in the sensei

And it’s sickening, that knowing God ain’t 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

Got money, got paper

So what who cares?

Got money, got paper

I got Jesus baby!