Cash Or Christ

(feat. Lecrae)

CHORUS: TRIP LEE

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

VERSE 2: TRIP LEE

Most are concerned with the cheddar flow, but dawg I gotta let them 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 main

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 running back

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 then we outa luck

What good is it to gain the world and in the end lose ya soul?

Its foolish bro, there's a loving savior you can truly know

I know you seeking satisfaction, you can't find it though

Tryna dash for the cash and designer clothes

CHORUS: TRIP LEE

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

Verse 2: CREEZIE

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 seen him park the car, suicide doors

Without Christ he walking through a suicide door

The dollar bill say in God we trust

Its funny cause money is the only God we trust

And she say that she a Christian, but I can�t tell

She ain't depending on God, she depend on male

1 stack, 2 stack, 3 stack, 4

They spent they whole life stacking up dough

And when they die not a dimes gone go

Now they physically rich, but they spiritually poor

And they probably never heard of 1 Corinthians chapter four

'Cause they said they can't imagine God's people being poor

CHORUS: TRIP LEE

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

Verse 3:

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 says we should be content if we got food and clothing

That's the truth and bro, we tripping really being foolish homie

We shouldn't put no value on falling screens and stylish chrome

Even if you saved that stuff can't go with you when you back at home

So allow me to encourage you, if you agree the Word is true

You can only serve one Master, some of us is serving two

You can't serve God and cash, cant love the world and Christ

Put money out ya mind, focus on eternal life

I 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 is just

Amazing let us praise Him main and try to give Him more of us

Let us live our lives with Him, spend our days and nights with Him

Ignore the trash the world has to offer and delight in Him

CHORUS: TRIP LEE

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