Cash or Christ Songtext
von Trip Lee feat. Lecrae
Cash or Christ Songtext
Forget about the cash, forget about the clothes
Forget about the stash, forget about the dough
Forget about the cars, forget about the rims
Forget about the stars, forget about the Benz
Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big 64
Plenty dough and tryna sip chrys
Forget the cash and chains, that stuff will pass away
And you cant take it with you to your after days
Most are concerned with the cheddar flow, but dawg I gotta let em know
A lot of reasons we should be seeking Jesus instead of dough
Instead of mo material things, the jewelry and fame
I speak of the King, but most ain′t feeling me mayne
They would rather let they money stack, tryna get a hundred stack
They pockets fat, but they not ready when Christ is coming back
If they only knew the real truth about the coming wrath,
They would probably race to Him faster than a runningback
I know the things the cheddar buys, will attract and catch the eyes
Instead of ice, it'd be nice if we would invest in life
Instead of all that flashy stuff, tryna get our status up
His wrath is just so if we don′t seek Him dawg, we outta luck
What good is it to gain the world, in the end lose your soul
It's foolish bro, there's a loving savior you can truly know
I know you′re seeking satisfaction you can′t find it though
Tryna dash for the cash and designer clothes
Forget about the cash, forget about the clothes
Forget about the stash, forget about the dough
Forget about the cars, forget about the rims
Forget about the stars, forget about the Benz
Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big 64
Plenty dough and tryna sip chrys
Forget the cash and chains, that stuff will pass away
And you cant take it with you to your after days
Got money, got whips, got ice
Still broke homeboy, no Christ
Got a debt to pay, some real heavy wages,
And the payment for his sin is pretty outrageous
I've seen him park the car, suicide doors
Without Christ he walking through a suicide door
The dollar bills say in God we trust
It′s funny 'cause money is the only god he trusts
And she say that she a Christian but I can′t tell
She ain't depending on God she depend on mail
Count em one stack, two stack, three stack, four
They spent they whole life stackin′ up dough
And when they die not a dime's gonna go,
Now they physically rich, but they spiritually poor,
And they probably never heard of 1 Corinthians Chapter 4
'Cause they said they can′t imagine God′s people being poor
Forget about the cash, forget about the clothes
Forget about the stash, forget about the dough
Forget about the cars, forget about the rims
Forget about the stars, forget about the Benz
Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big 64
Plenty dough and tryna sip chrys
Forget the cash and chains, that stuff will pass away
And you cant take it with you to your after days
You might want you some change, yeah you might want a crib
But tell me where the Bible say that Jesus want us rich
It say we should be content if we got food and clothing
That's the truth and we trippin′ really being foolish homie
We shouldn't put no value on fallin′ screens and stylish chrome
Even if you say that stuff can't go with you when you back at home
Allow me to encourage you, if you agree the Word is true
You can only serve one Master some of us is serving two
Can′t serve God and cash, can't love the world and Christ
Put money out ya mind, focus on eternal life
Can't speak from experience, I ain′t seen it but I′m betting
Treasures of this world ain't nothing next to the ones that′s up in Heaven
Feel free to store em up, since we found the Lord it's just
Amazing let us praise him mayne, try to give Him more of us
Let us live our life with Him, spend our days and nights with Him
Ignore the trash the world has to offer and delight in Him
Forget about the cash, forget about the clothes
Forget about the stash, forget about the dough
Forget about the cars, forget about the rims
Forget about the stars, forget about the Benz
Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big 64
Plenty dough and tryna sip chrys
Forget the cash and chains, that stuff will pass away
And you cant take it with you to your after days
Forget about the stash, forget about the dough
Forget about the cars, forget about the rims
Forget about the stars, forget about the Benz
Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big 64
Plenty dough and tryna sip chrys
Forget the cash and chains, that stuff will pass away
And you cant take it with you to your after days
Most are concerned with the cheddar flow, but dawg I gotta let em know
A lot of reasons we should be seeking Jesus instead of dough
Instead of mo material things, the jewelry and fame
I speak of the King, but most ain′t feeling me mayne
They would rather let they money stack, tryna get a hundred stack
They pockets fat, but they not ready when Christ is coming back
If they only knew the real truth about the coming wrath,
They would probably race to Him faster than a runningback
I know the things the cheddar buys, will attract and catch the eyes
Instead of ice, it'd be nice if we would invest in life
Instead of all that flashy stuff, tryna get our status up
His wrath is just so if we don′t seek Him dawg, we outta luck
What good is it to gain the world, in the end lose your soul
It's foolish bro, there's a loving savior you can truly know
I know you′re seeking satisfaction you can′t find it though
Tryna dash for the cash and designer clothes
Forget about the cash, forget about the clothes
Forget about the stash, forget about the dough
Forget about the cars, forget about the rims
Forget about the stars, forget about the Benz
Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big 64
Plenty dough and tryna sip chrys
Forget the cash and chains, that stuff will pass away
And you cant take it with you to your after days
Got money, got whips, got ice
Still broke homeboy, no Christ
Got a debt to pay, some real heavy wages,
And the payment for his sin is pretty outrageous
I've seen him park the car, suicide doors
Without Christ he walking through a suicide door
The dollar bills say in God we trust
It′s funny 'cause money is the only god he trusts
And she say that she a Christian but I can′t tell
She ain't depending on God she depend on mail
Count em one stack, two stack, three stack, four
They spent they whole life stackin′ up dough
And when they die not a dime's gonna go,
Now they physically rich, but they spiritually poor,
And they probably never heard of 1 Corinthians Chapter 4
'Cause they said they can′t imagine God′s people being poor
Forget about the cash, forget about the clothes
Forget about the stash, forget about the dough
Forget about the cars, forget about the rims
Forget about the stars, forget about the Benz
Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big 64
Plenty dough and tryna sip chrys
Forget the cash and chains, that stuff will pass away
And you cant take it with you to your after days
You might want you some change, yeah you might want a crib
But tell me where the Bible say that Jesus want us rich
It say we should be content if we got food and clothing
That's the truth and we trippin′ really being foolish homie
We shouldn't put no value on fallin′ screens and stylish chrome
Even if you say that stuff can't go with you when you back at home
Allow me to encourage you, if you agree the Word is true
You can only serve one Master some of us is serving two
Can′t serve God and cash, can't love the world and Christ
Put money out ya mind, focus on eternal life
Can't speak from experience, I ain′t seen it but I′m betting
Treasures of this world ain't nothing next to the ones that′s up in Heaven
Feel free to store em up, since we found the Lord it's just
Amazing let us praise him mayne, try to give Him more of us
Let us live our life with Him, spend our days and nights with Him
Ignore the trash the world has to offer and delight in Him
Forget about the cash, forget about the clothes
Forget about the stash, forget about the dough
Forget about the cars, forget about the rims
Forget about the stars, forget about the Benz
Forget about the big crib, tryna get rich, the big 64
Plenty dough and tryna sip chrys
Forget the cash and chains, that stuff will pass away
And you cant take it with you to your after days
Writer(s): Le Crae Moore, Tony Shepherd, William Barefield Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
