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Story behind the song
This song was thought up when I was going through a time of envy for the big toys. thinking that I could make (really bad) choices to get money and have big material things. Jesus saved me from the vanity of it and blessed me with a different type of gift that is good for reconciliation and will bring what God desires for me to have, All things in Christ Jesus! Read 1 Corinthians Chapter 4 for some good insite on where this is going!
Blessing Loved Ones...Thanks for being there to recieve this! Praise our Father in Heaven! Give him All the Praise and He will Give you more things to praise Him for!
Lyrics
I don’t have a bunch a of cash,
And some laugh
And they call me trailer trash,
Cause I’m broke like the ash off that fancy cigar,
Like dust on the dash of that fancy car
I’m like the mud in the tracks of them 22’s
People blowing me off, they oppose tha good news.
Thinking money is that life insurance
But assurance is being Christ Centered He’s the influence
Yeah He better than a master card He is priceless
Keeps me shinning brighter than diamonds on an iced wrist
He’s bigger than ya billboard sign you got see this
Coming Soon the Son will consume all the darkness
How could you resist if ya broke or rich
The Lord is over all because it all is His
He’s not stalling, if that’s what you think it is
He’s waiting on you to repent and be born again!
I don’t have a bunch a cash,
In a big roll,
With that rubber bands stretched
Out like a lasso.
Spillin’ out my pocket, down to tha floor
That’s not my topic, not no more
When I drop it it’s not about tha dough
And we can make it hot
But it’s not about tha show
With BMI on tha beat Brotha T a let ya know
We rather have Jesus than silver and gold
Now when my life was bout material
I’d be crying in my cereal
Every morning frowning down
Walking roun miserable
Only thinkin’ bout how I could make me some extra dough
I could go and rob a store,
I could go flip an O
I could grab a microphone and lie about doing both
But that just gets old, like material,
So I let it go a spit this liquid gold
I’m gifted with this different type of Christian Flow
I don’t have a bunch a cash,
In a big roll,
With that rubber bands stretched
Out like a lasso.
Spillin’ out my pocket, down to tha floor
That’s not my topic, not no more
When I drop it it’s not about that dough
And we can make it hot
But it’s not about that show
With BMI on tha beat Brotha T a let ya know
We’d rather have Jesus than silver and gold
It don’t matter if ya rich, poor
Brown, yellow black, white,
The Lord Jesus came to free ya
From a trapped life,
He got the keys to paradise
He paid a biggest price
He let that thief in too
When thought twice
But the other played the fool
And he cursed Christ
Now what can you do with no light
I pray to God to give you the insight,
I guess the rest is up to you
I hope you choose right!
