Chorus:

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 1:

Most are concerned with the cheddar flow, but dawg I gotta let em 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 mayne

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 runningback

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, we outta luck

What good is it to gain the world, in the end lose your soul

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

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

Tryna dash for the cash and designer clothes



Chorus:

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:

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've seen him park the car, suicide doors

Without Christ he walking through a suicide door

The dollar bills say in God we trust

It's funny 'cause money is the only god he trusts

And she say that she a Christian but I can't tell

She ain't depending on God she depend on mail

Count em one stack, two stack, three stack, four

They spent they whole life stackin' up dough

And when they die not a dime's gonna go, 

Now they physically rich, but they spiritually poor,

And they probably never heard of 1 Corinthians Chapter 4

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



Chorus:

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 say we should be content if we got food and clothing

That's the truth and we trippin' really being foolish homie

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

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

Allow me to encourage you, if you agree the Word is true

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

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

Put money out ya mind, focus on eternal life

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 it's just 

Amazing let us praise him mayne, try to give Him more of us

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

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



Chorus:

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