ChuchPeople - Creflo Almighty Dollar lyrics

When I get my money, (ohh) We will never have no worries We never had no worries Can you tell our babies, We ain't never had no worries (yeah) We gonna to get the paper We gone, We gonna get the paper We gonna to get the paper We gonna, We gonna get the paper We gonna, We gonna get the paper [Verse 1: Sir the Baptist] What's the difference between a hundred dollar and a dollar bill Not the ink, not the paper, that's real That's why I'm knee bent and in these gators Seeking the face of God to get to George I need my bills, folded it face up Is this why you lace up To go and punch the clock You fighting time The more you win, the more you won't stop That's why the rich is suicidal And the poor keep their dukes up Pack a crowd Pacquiao You still a f**ing loser Paper get low You do the best you know (huh) Work the block, I mean, Like all night Back to back Packing back and forth Trap trapping on them fours You can get your money so right And that don't make it right And that don't make it good I know it cost for lights But don't cut them off in the hood If lights on top of hoods Catch you up to no good Just pray that d**h Row bring you an angel that look like Suge You tried that good living Want that good living Drug dealing seem so f**ing appealing Look how they be flexing Make you want to give in Enough to make a grown man get stuck up in the kitchen Cook-Cook-Cooking up that soda Bagging on the sofa Sell it to some crackheads then move on up bruh Bleeding hold your nose up Needles make your arms tough Between the good lord and luck, you on your way to church, say [Chorus] Cruising in that unmarked Impala (yeah) We only out here for the money Looking for that Almighty Dollar (yeah) We only out here for the money A n***a got it so I gotta pop the collar (yeah) We only out here for the money A n***a feeling like Creflo Dollar (yeah) We only out here for the money She only out here for the dollar Dollar dollar bill She will do it for the dollar He only out here for the dollar Dollar dollar bill Cook the k** for a dollar bill [Verse 2: Twista] Twista Money, money, money, money, money Feeling like I'm at the bottom of a pit Anyone want to try to hit a lick For the almighty dollar Do what I gotta do in the hood On the creeping I be looking for a jug Even if I stick them up for the goods For the almighty dollar Acting like you don't know You was at the show Feeling like it's all good, thinking you can live it up But they got the four-four Better keep it low or they be kicking in the door and telling you to give it up And I bet they don't know That is ain't worth nothing It just something with the relevance of the dirt They've been selling it since birth And the government keeps telling us what it's worth But the currency are the elements of the earth But instead of it, we are cursed And we never going to let go Cause I gotta get that dough Preaching if I got to to get that money like Creflo Anybody got it, we gotta hollar For real ya'll Everybody living for the dollar dollar, bill ya'll [Chorus] Cruising in that unmarked Impala (yeah) We only out here for the money Looking for that Almighty Dollar (yeah) We only out here for the money A n***a got it so I gotta pop the collar (yeah) We only out here for the money A n***a feeling like Creflo Dollar (yeah) We only out here for the money She only out here for the dollar Dollar dollar bill She will do it for the dollar He only out here for the dollar Dollar dollar bill Cook the k** for a dollar bill [Verse 3: Jack Red] I been fiending for a penny, That's a cent for a minute Damn near dying trying to get it and I'm still poor When them boys on the block, see you with it they gone savage So quick, what you think we keep the steel for? And even ladies stay strapped, no dil*o And it's funny cause the paper only paper, try and rip it Just see how far you get It don't even make sense/cents But a hollar Hallelujah For the almighty dollar [Chorus / OUTRO] Cruising in that unmarked Impala (yeah) Looking for that Almighty Dollar (yeah) Got it so I gotta pop that collar (yeah) A n***a feeling like Creflo Dollar (yeah) Cook that k** for a dollar bill