Chords for Lecrae - Got Paper
Tempo:
75.6 bpm
Chords used:
C#m
G#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Hey yo man, let's do this right, you know what I'm talking about.
Yeah, yeah.
Hey, these brothers passing in, they don't blow the plot, coops.
They throw some D's on it, but they still ain't got truth.
They throw their G's on it, then they die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus, all I want in life is proof.
I, I, I don't need no fast money, don't need a fast car.
Yeah, the faith is a race, it ain't a NASCAR.
And you and God got beef, but you're grief chasing money like them hunters got beef.
Boy, they wanna be rich, but even 50 to say it.
They still feel broke, even though we got bread.
Make them throw away they life, got them running from the feds.
Love for mommy's like crack, woke up from a league of dead.
When you die and face God, nothing left to be said.
Instead of chasing the truth, you take a lie to the head.
From my home, all I can do is tell you what Jesus said.
Repent and turn from your sin, cause the kingdom of God's at hand, that's real.
You got money, you got paper, money, money, money, paper, money, money, you got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper, money, money, money, paper, money, money, you got paper.
I got Jesus, baby!
You got money, you got paper, you got money, money, money, paper, money, you got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper, you got money, you got paper, you got money, money, money, paper.
I got Jesus, baby!
Hey, people want the cheese, American mozzarella.
The enemy's rat trap, mice snap in it.
I'm like that dude in Matthew who had to find an attraction.
They've already had to get it, that's a real go-getter.
The 13th letter, the Torah, Gospel, and Prophets.
You'll never see a soul who brought you chasing a prophet.
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so clear.
You chase the money, you wind up in a snare.
Now about poverty, no, it's not there.
But you pursue God, the rest he takes care.
You don't step on his back in order to get rich.
If you do, then you're a sin in order to repent.
You come to Christ for God, you come to daddy for worship.
He ain't take that close to fund your vanity purchase.
Even though we all agree that death is certain, it seems we believe [C#m] there's banks beyond Earth. [G#m] That's crazy.
So what?
Who cares?
I got Jesus, baby.
So what?
Who cares?
I got Jesus, baby.
Money, gold, cash, paper.
If it was a woman, I promise I used to date her.
Now that we broke up, she be calling you for your hater.
Cause all I do is use her for glorifying my maker.
My treasure's up in heaven, Christ is my satisfaction.
If I was broke, I'd be richer than folk who never had.
God is the Gospel, not a new Bentley.
Was empty, but he gave me life and that's plenty.
Get man, homie, I could spend six centuries.
Simply [C#m] saying I'm [G#m] satisfied in the sensei.
And it's sick, man, that knowing God ain't good enough.
We gotta tell them they can get rich quickly.
Now this is heresy, false is not true.
2 Corinthians [C#m] 8, [G#m] verse 2.
Read that and please believe that.
Forget a C note, man, they pockets was E flat and they still had joy.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got papers..
Money money paper paper.
I got Jesus, baby.
You got money, you got paper..
Paper, paper, paper..
You got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper..
Paper, paper, paper..
I got Jesus, baby.
[N]
Yeah, yeah.
Hey, these brothers passing in, they don't blow the plot, coops.
They throw some D's on it, but they still ain't got truth.
They throw their G's on it, then they die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus, all I want in life is proof.
I, I, I don't need no fast money, don't need a fast car.
Yeah, the faith is a race, it ain't a NASCAR.
And you and God got beef, but you're grief chasing money like them hunters got beef.
Boy, they wanna be rich, but even 50 to say it.
They still feel broke, even though we got bread.
Make them throw away they life, got them running from the feds.
Love for mommy's like crack, woke up from a league of dead.
When you die and face God, nothing left to be said.
Instead of chasing the truth, you take a lie to the head.
From my home, all I can do is tell you what Jesus said.
Repent and turn from your sin, cause the kingdom of God's at hand, that's real.
You got money, you got paper, money, money, money, paper, money, money, you got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper, money, money, money, paper, money, money, you got paper.
I got Jesus, baby!
You got money, you got paper, you got money, money, money, paper, money, you got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper, you got money, you got paper, you got money, money, money, paper.
I got Jesus, baby!
Hey, people want the cheese, American mozzarella.
The enemy's rat trap, mice snap in it.
I'm like that dude in Matthew who had to find an attraction.
They've already had to get it, that's a real go-getter.
The 13th letter, the Torah, Gospel, and Prophets.
You'll never see a soul who brought you chasing a prophet.
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so clear.
You chase the money, you wind up in a snare.
Now about poverty, no, it's not there.
But you pursue God, the rest he takes care.
You don't step on his back in order to get rich.
If you do, then you're a sin in order to repent.
You come to Christ for God, you come to daddy for worship.
He ain't take that close to fund your vanity purchase.
Even though we all agree that death is certain, it seems we believe [C#m] there's banks beyond Earth. [G#m] That's crazy.
So what?
Who cares?
I got Jesus, baby.
So what?
Who cares?
I got Jesus, baby.
Money, gold, cash, paper.
If it was a woman, I promise I used to date her.
Now that we broke up, she be calling you for your hater.
Cause all I do is use her for glorifying my maker.
My treasure's up in heaven, Christ is my satisfaction.
If I was broke, I'd be richer than folk who never had.
God is the Gospel, not a new Bentley.
Was empty, but he gave me life and that's plenty.
Get man, homie, I could spend six centuries.
Simply [C#m] saying I'm [G#m] satisfied in the sensei.
And it's sick, man, that knowing God ain't good enough.
We gotta tell them they can get rich quickly.
Now this is heresy, false is not true.
2 Corinthians [C#m] 8, [G#m] verse 2.
Read that and please believe that.
Forget a C note, man, they pockets was E flat and they still had joy.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got papers..
Money money paper paper.
I got Jesus, baby.
You got money, you got paper..
Paper, paper, paper..
You got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper..
Paper, paper, paper..
I got Jesus, baby.
[N]
Key:
C#m
G#m
C#m
G#m
C#m
G#m
C#m
G#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Hey yo man, _ let's do this right, you know what I'm talking about.
_ _ Yeah, yeah.
Hey, these brothers passing in, they don't blow the plot, coops.
They throw some D's on it, but they still ain't got truth.
They throw their G's on it, then they die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus, all I want in life is proof.
I, I, I don't need no fast money, don't need a fast car.
Yeah, the faith is a race, it ain't a NASCAR.
And you and God got beef, but you're grief chasing money like them hunters got beef.
Boy, they wanna be rich, but even 50 to say it.
They still feel broke, even though we got bread.
Make them throw away they life, got them running from the feds.
Love for mommy's like crack, woke up from a league of dead.
When you die and face God, nothing left to be said.
Instead of chasing the truth, you take a lie to the head.
From my home, all I can do is tell you what Jesus said.
Repent and turn from your sin, cause the kingdom of God's at hand, that's real.
You got money, you got paper, money, money, money, paper, money, money, you got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper, money, money, money, paper, money, money, you got paper.
I got Jesus, baby!
You got money, you got paper, you got money, money, money, paper, money, you got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper, you got money, you got paper, you got money, money, money, paper.
I got Jesus, baby!
Hey, people want the cheese, American mozzarella.
The enemy's rat trap, mice snap in it.
I'm like that dude in Matthew who had to find an attraction.
They've already had to get it, that's a real go-getter.
The 13th letter, the Torah, Gospel, and Prophets.
You'll never see a soul who brought you chasing a prophet.
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so clear.
You chase the money, you wind up in a snare.
Now about poverty, no, it's not there.
But you pursue God, the rest he takes care.
You don't step on his back in order to get rich.
If you do, then you're a sin in order to repent.
You come to Christ for God, you come to daddy for worship.
He ain't take that close to fund your vanity purchase.
Even though we all agree that death is certain, it seems we believe [C#m] there's banks beyond Earth. [G#m] That's crazy.
_ _ _ _ So what?
Who cares?
_ _ _ I got Jesus, baby.
_ _ _ So what?
Who cares?
_ _ _ _ I got Jesus, baby.
Money, gold, cash, paper.
If it was a woman, I promise I used to date her.
Now that we broke up, she be calling you for your hater.
Cause all I do is use her for glorifying my maker.
My treasure's up in heaven, Christ is my satisfaction.
If I was broke, I'd be richer than folk who never had.
God is the Gospel, not a new Bentley.
Was empty, but he gave me life and that's plenty.
Get man, homie, I could spend six centuries.
Simply [C#m] saying I'm [G#m] satisfied in the sensei.
And it's sick, man, that knowing God ain't good enough.
We gotta tell them they can get rich quickly.
Now this is heresy, false is not true.
2 Corinthians [C#m] 8, [G#m] verse 2.
Read that and please believe that.
Forget a C note, man, they pockets was E flat and they still had joy.
_ _ _ So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got papers..
Money money paper paper.
I got Jesus, baby.
You got money, you got paper..
Paper, paper, paper..
You got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper..
Paper, paper, paper..
I got Jesus, baby. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Hey yo man, _ let's do this right, you know what I'm talking about.
_ _ Yeah, yeah.
Hey, these brothers passing in, they don't blow the plot, coops.
They throw some D's on it, but they still ain't got truth.
They throw their G's on it, then they die and what's the use?
I'm so secure in Jesus, all I want in life is proof.
I, I, I don't need no fast money, don't need a fast car.
Yeah, the faith is a race, it ain't a NASCAR.
And you and God got beef, but you're grief chasing money like them hunters got beef.
Boy, they wanna be rich, but even 50 to say it.
They still feel broke, even though we got bread.
Make them throw away they life, got them running from the feds.
Love for mommy's like crack, woke up from a league of dead.
When you die and face God, nothing left to be said.
Instead of chasing the truth, you take a lie to the head.
From my home, all I can do is tell you what Jesus said.
Repent and turn from your sin, cause the kingdom of God's at hand, that's real.
You got money, you got paper, money, money, money, paper, money, money, you got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper, money, money, money, paper, money, money, you got paper.
I got Jesus, baby!
You got money, you got paper, you got money, money, money, paper, money, you got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper, you got money, you got paper, you got money, money, money, paper.
I got Jesus, baby!
Hey, people want the cheese, American mozzarella.
The enemy's rat trap, mice snap in it.
I'm like that dude in Matthew who had to find an attraction.
They've already had to get it, that's a real go-getter.
The 13th letter, the Torah, Gospel, and Prophets.
You'll never see a soul who brought you chasing a prophet.
Now look at 1 Timothy 6, it's so clear.
You chase the money, you wind up in a snare.
Now about poverty, no, it's not there.
But you pursue God, the rest he takes care.
You don't step on his back in order to get rich.
If you do, then you're a sin in order to repent.
You come to Christ for God, you come to daddy for worship.
He ain't take that close to fund your vanity purchase.
Even though we all agree that death is certain, it seems we believe [C#m] there's banks beyond Earth. [G#m] That's crazy.
_ _ _ _ So what?
Who cares?
_ _ _ I got Jesus, baby.
_ _ _ So what?
Who cares?
_ _ _ _ I got Jesus, baby.
Money, gold, cash, paper.
If it was a woman, I promise I used to date her.
Now that we broke up, she be calling you for your hater.
Cause all I do is use her for glorifying my maker.
My treasure's up in heaven, Christ is my satisfaction.
If I was broke, I'd be richer than folk who never had.
God is the Gospel, not a new Bentley.
Was empty, but he gave me life and that's plenty.
Get man, homie, I could spend six centuries.
Simply [C#m] saying I'm [G#m] satisfied in the sensei.
And it's sick, man, that knowing God ain't good enough.
We gotta tell them they can get rich quickly.
Now this is heresy, false is not true.
2 Corinthians [C#m] 8, [G#m] verse 2.
Read that and please believe that.
Forget a C note, man, they pockets was E flat and they still had joy.
_ _ _ So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got papers..
Money money paper paper.
I got Jesus, baby.
You got money, you got paper..
Paper, paper, paper..
You got paper.
So what?
Who cares?
You got money, you got paper..
Paper, paper, paper..
I got Jesus, baby. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _