Then does God shall gain, then does not shall lose
So the Bible says, and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless that child that's got her own
Yeah, that's got her own
Yeah, the strong get more while the weak ones fade
Empty pockets never made that grave
Yeah, Mama may have, and Papa may have
But God bless that child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, money, money
You got lots of friends
Crowding round your door
When the money's gone
At night, spending hours
They don't come back, no they don't, they
Don't come back no more
Money, money, money

Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
Help yourself, don't you take too much
Mama may have, and Papa may have
But God bless that child that's got her own
Yeah
That's got her own
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Money, money, money
You got lots of friends
Crowding round your door
When that money's gone
And that spending ends
They don't come back, no they don't
They don't come back no more
Rich relations, yeah
Crossed a bread and such
Help yourself
But don't you
Don't you take too much
Your mama may have
Your papa may have
But God bless that child
That's got her own
Hey, that's got her own
Yeah, that's got her own
Yeah, God bless
That's got her own
Yeah, I say God bless
God bless
God bless
That's got her own
God bless
God bless
God bless

God bless
God bless
God bless
God bless

God bless
God bless
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh