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Them that's got shall get,
Them that's not shall lose,
So the Bible says,
And it still is news.
Momma may have,
Poppa may have,
But God bless the child
That's got his own,
That's got his own.
Yeah, the strong gets more,
While the weak ones fade,
Empty pockets don't
Ever make the grade.
Momma may have,
Poppa may have,
But God bless the child
That's got his own,
That's got his own.
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowdin' round the door,
When it's gone and spendin' ends,
They don't come no more.
Rich relations give
A crust of bread and such,
You can help yourself
But don't take too much.
Momma may have,
Poppa may have,
But God bless the child
That's got his own,
That's got his own...