If you like Pray frm January to december , Its boils down to Money, which every Pastor and Alfas need nothing More.jare, Money to slve our needs

So why Money wont be a GOD, its is yes

So worship it say this Prayer , Mantra now,  and You go get Money[size=10pt][/size]
Culed from In love with the moula-Mobb Deep

The thing about you is you make me smile
You build me up when I go down, you give me strength, you give me power
May no one come between this thing of ours

You give me sex, you give me gifts
You give me head from every baddest NaughtyWoman
You make me happy you make me sick
Cause baby you my drug and I need my fix
If I ain't have you how would I live
To get you I'd risk that time in prison
To get you I'd take risks that'd mean death
I'ma love you until the end
Its all about you my precious,
I'd never ignore you for a NaughtyWoman again
I'd put that on my honest,
Got these other nigga jealous cause you all over me
In public, you be all inside my jeans
Took me all over the planet, places like Europe
Taught me new tricks at them banks out in
These niggaz, back in the hood
Could never have you like how I do