Think Big

Go to Deuteronomy
Let me tell you something
GOD says he gives us the ability to get wealth
He created money He created gold He created silver
He created the whole Earth
So money ain't evil
It's what you do to get money
Thats the evil part

Everybody round me getting doe
If you don't think big you can't rock with the kid
See my rocks on gliss flip flop on the whip
Why would I be broke when Jesus owns all of this
My daddy is rich but not just in silver
He can turn your pain into joy because he's a healer
But back to the doe mine old like Joe
Jackson in 2010 ummmm where should I begin

I been getting money
Since Scarface seen a man die
And Ghetto boys took a mug shot cover in black and white
I been friends with Benjamin and seen Woodro Wilson
Six zeros on my statement
I won't be complacent
Until I see three more in one score
Times a hundred
I love abundance
But I love GOD more and I won't sell my soul or turn pompous
You don't get me get yo Webster
I'm so Tribeca
SoHo trendy
The hobos Fendi and the shoes do match Chyna Whyte is blessed
I spilled a million tears now the last is next
And the next be laughing when I cash them checks
I smash like mesh
My pen don't rest
My rims be rolling like your brain on X
And you could bet ya pants on the best
Cause C Whyte been getting doe since Hootie was a blow

Everybody round me getting doe
If you don't think big you can't rock with the kid
See my rocks on gliss flip flop on the whip
Why would I be broke when Jesus owns all of this
My daddy is rich but not just in silver
He can turn your pain into joy because he's a healer
But back to the doe mine old like Joe
Jackson in 2010 ummmm where should I begin

I been getting money

I spits raw no trojan
I gets doe no joking
No pennies in Loafers but overstuffed duffles I'm josing
I'm taking Jolie spot without Brad I'm poking
No not on Facebook I got my pokerface on I'm holding
And mommy off the bench with three points
We toasting
Glasses up cuz Jesus brought me back Im back focused
Where all my fakers at
Just stay where you at
Cuz when I was eating tears rolling down my cheeks where were you at
Oh ya'll was at the top and I was looking up from the bottom
Now I'm at the top looking down at you on the bottom
But it's ok I'll give my hand and pull you up cuz HE Sovereign
I try to be like Jesus but I'm not oops look I dropped you
Ok
That wasn't nice I'm the rappers delight
The Don dadda Don Corleone I'm bringing it back to the mic
Ah hut hut hut
Hut Hut
That's that New York

Everybody round me getting doe
If you don't think big you can't rock with the kid
See my rocks on gliss flip flop on the whip
Why would I be broke when Jesus owns all of this
My daddy is rich but not just in silver
He can turn your pain into joy because he's a healer
But back to the doe mine old like Joe
Jackson in 2010 ummmm where should I begin

Yo let me spell it out

I'm not talking PPP
Preachers Pimping People that's not G.O.D.
Abusing their gifts you should R.E.A.D.
Cuz if you did you wouldn't fall for the L.I.E.
So blame yourself
GOD is the meaning of rich he created wealth
He didn't't say be broke he said the whore
Don't lie don't cheat don't steal to get the doe
What part you don't get
You know not what you ought to get
For your lack of knowledge you gon miss what you ought to get
He placed before you blessings and curses so pick ya road and dip
Cuz I'ma dip down mine in a seven four five
Snowflake white peanut butter inside
Until he come back and crack open the sky
You better know how he coming before the Anti-Christ be showin
Wonders and signs
He told you the times
It's all in the book
Don't go by how it look

Everybody round me getting doe
If you don't think big you can't rock with the kid
See my rocks on gliss flip flop on the whip
Why would I be broke when Jesus owns all of this
My daddy is rich but not just in silver
He can turn your pain into joy because he's a healer
But back to the doe mine old like Joe
Jackson in 2010 ummmm where should I begin

He doing his thing
Holy Ghost the best rapper in the world
They ain't ready for this
They don't even know what this is



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Writer(s): Stephanie C Martin, Corey Brian Lacy
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