paroles de chanson Money Medi$In - YakiTheKid

Pretty soon you're gonna pay
You know we back up in the lab
To tell another tale of conviction
Oh this one's gonna hurt some feelings
Ladies and gentlemen, MONEY MEDI$IN
Boy let's talk about money
World go green cuz it keeps on running
Turn that tree to a blue face hunnid
Turn that face to a new Lamb Truck, it's
No new feat, not a new discussion
How much green is a wood chuck chuckin'
Andrew, Lincoln, and Grant know something
All three dead but the bills keep dumping, uh
Watch how the price keep jumping
We keep pushing that line, no cutting
Bands keep steppin' in time, one function
Melodies ride while the bass keep thumping, uh
Raking in cash, stack up the numbers and call it the aftermath
Money and power the Mecca of marriages
What happens after that, listen
Money on me, money on green
Switch up that "n" to a "d" and it turn into greed
Now check out the fiends
Chasing a buck like Kareem
You know the Bible says that the love of money
Is the breeding ground for all evil
Even the presidents lying underground still get
Chased around by the people
Yeah throwing them bands
Throwing 'em (3x)
Yeah throwing them bands
Throwing 'em (3x)
Yeah throwing them bands
Throwing 'em (3x)
Yeah throwing them bands
Throwing 'em (3x)
Uh
Boy let's talk about money
World go green cuz it keeps on running
Turn that tree to a blue face hunnid
Turn that face to a new Lamb Truck, it's
No new feat, not a new discussion
How much green is a wood chuck chuckin'
Andrew, Lincoln, and Grant know something
All three dead but the bills keep dumping, uh
If I come through on a track imma say something controversial
I get the truth from Bible, you like it or not
Imma spit regardless no rehearsal
We got the word of God in the Scripture
But we gon' twist it 'til it turn purple
That's why this sin cycle never ends
We setting them trends by running in circles
Even the saints on insanity
We got Osteen and he preaching prosperity
Pull up to church in a jet with the family
We turning Christ to a financial canopy
This ain't what Christ ever planned to be
How come the light of the world is a fantasy
Christians they look like the world, it's so sad to see
We dressing up for the purpose of vanity
Giving our tithe just to look nice
Or keeping that tithe just to get right
We pray to God for health and success
But when we talk checks then we get tight
We start to flex and puffing out chests
Like we don't stress, like we got right
Bible say give the Good Lord your best
Even on 10 percent, that's light
First of the harvest
God is the Father, we just been the farthest
He sent His Son to come and wipe the charges
Dropped us a line and fished us out the darkness
He came and took our bodies off the market
Came at a price, you know we couldn't bargain
Devil he plottin', you know we the targets
We just the painting, and Jesus the artist, yeah
Boy let's talk about money
World go green cuz it keeps on running
Turn that tree to a blue face hunnid
Turn that face to a new Lamb Truck, it's
No new feat, not a new discussion
How much green is a wood chuck chuckin'
Andrew, Lincoln, and Grant know something
All three dead but the bills keep dumping, uh
We sell our soul for dollar and some change
We some new slaves, boy it don't change
This time around we buy our own chains
Poppin' champagne, drink away the pain
If God set us free, why we don't change
Why we lie around and sit and stay the same
We used to bathe in all of our shame
But God never told you to stay in your lane
Facts, no printer
We look like zombies, Michael Jackson Thriler
Printing out fodder for the money killers
We tend to follow money when it shimmer
You follow God with the same passion
Or you in the same predicament as last year?
He came to bring deliverance through passion
Get up you men and women, serve the master, hold up
Put down the wallet, cuz
He came and wiped all the charges, yuh
He prophesied by the prophets, so we
Put our sight on Him and not the profit, yuh
He walk and we should be flockin'
The spiritual flame should be lit like a rocket
No dollar bills are not Satan, but peep what I'm saying
If you gonna talk better walk it, yeah
Boy let's talk about money
World go green cuz it keeps on running
Turn that tree to a blue face hunnid
Turn that face to a new Lamb Truck, it's
No new feat, not a new discussion
How much green is a wood chuck chuckin'
Andrew, Lincoln, and Grant know something
All three dead but the bills keep dumping, uh