John White - A Weekend With God lyrics

I pull up in my Bugatti Fresh outta' the hood The sun is shining bright And everything is lookin good I see our heavenly father The almighty Lord He continues to preach I begin to grow bored I pull out a gat Aim it at the fool And then he yells back "Yo John White, be cool!" Then we go to his crib Sling open the fridge, n Grab me and him the freshest bottle o' PIBB [Chorus] This n***a soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo RICH! This n***a got manyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy a b*tch! Microwave pizza? Heck no! We go and get Digiorno!