Them that's got shall have

Them that's not shall lose

So the bible says and it still is news

Mama may have, papa may have

But god bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own.

Money, you've got lots of friends

They're crowding around your door

But when you're gone and spending ends

They won't come to you no more.

Rich relations give crusts of bread and such

You can help yourself, just don't take too much

Cause mama may have, papa may have

But god bless the child that's got his own, that's got his own.

Money, you've got lots of friends

They're crowding around your door

But when you're gone and spending ends

They won't come to you no more.

So the strong get smart

While the weak ones fade

Empty pockets don't ever make the grade

But god bless the child, god bless the child

God bless the child, god bless the child...