Trevor Moore - The Pope Rap (Modern Day Profit) lyrics

Make money, make make money Make money, make make money Make money, make make money I'm the motherf**in' Pope and I make I make money! I got a house made of gold and a city to match Bulletproof when I roll so don't play me like that Priceless art where I pee, my loo's a Louvre like that Got your country's GDP in the j**els on my hat Hustler of all hustlers, wanna see the proof? Greatest artists of all time, I got 'em paintin' my roof And for a low, low price I'll let ya come and see Just exit through the gift shop as ya go to leave We accept all credit cards if you've no cash today Put a couple Pope bobbleheads on layaway Buy as much as you want, buy as much as you're able Just don't let Jesus in 'cause he'll start flipping tables! (Make money, make make money Make money, make make money Make money, make make money He's the motherf**in' Pope and he makes he make money!) Mmm, look at the a** on him He's got a face that's an eight but an age of ten If a Priest gets fresh and a complaint comes in Switch him to another city then game on again! 'Cause I got eff you money used for underage Stackin' paper higher than the rate of Africa's AIDS But no condoms, guys! 'Cause God gets enraged Just keep prayin' and pa**in' 'round them offering plates Portfolios to uphold for the government bonds You know, those things countries use to finance all of their bombs? 'Cause God is love, but he still invests heavily in hate; You seen the maintenance fees to maintain pearly gates? ((*crying* -"Hey girl, what's wrong?" -"My grandmother just died!" -"Oh, well I'm real sorry to hear about that! You know, it'd be a shame if someone were to stick her in a place where she just burned and burned forever...you don't want that, do you?" -"...n-no..." -"You know, I think I'm gonna have to get some of my boys to pray real, real hard to make sure that doesn't happen, don't you?" -"Y-yes, yes please, I'll...thank you!" -"...b**h you got my f**in' money?")) Media: I run it, politicians, I own 'em Wars I don't condone but I still bankroll 'em Wait! Uhh, I mean allegedly! 'Cause what goes on in my ledger you're not allowed to see! Not a man, woman or child, nation or country Has the authority to stand up to me Because I got a little thing called National Sovereignty It was awarded to me by this cat named Mussolini You remember, Hitler's buddy back from World War Two He said "you didn't see the Holocaust" I said "holla who?" I got a tax-free country just for playin' along And when you're this close to God, nothing you do is wrong! Infalli-a-ble, say it with a straight face That's right, my God backs up every single word that I say 'Cause he's not some old guy living up in the clouds He's here on Earth, in my wallet and my bank accounts 'Cause I (Make money, make make money Make money, make make money Make money, make make money He's the motherf**in' Pope and he makes he makes money!) L. Ron Hubbard, Pat Robinson Y'all some punk a** b**hes! Y'all ain't even on my level! And Dalai Lama? What the f** are you doing? You gotta monetize that sh**, sonnnnnn!