Lyrics:
pastor (yeah)
Countin' on Sunday
Collection plate passin' (yea)
Collection plate passin' (yea)
Collection plate passin'
Countin' up on Sundays
I'm
was cursin
Like
Pass the collection Plate to my side
Pass the collection plate to my side
I got some brand new shit I wan buy
I got some brand new shit
the speak the gospel sir
A prophet yuh
More like a profiteer
Collections plates will be passed through the pulpit
Collections plates will be passed through
struggled tryna get us off that section 8,
But every Sunday she put into that collection plate.
My lifestyle crazy!
Hoping one day that it takes me
in the collection plate
Sir is that debit or credit?
Buying your way into heaven
He stare at the reverend
These killers and felons
As long as they
Yes?
Uh-huh. Hallalujah. Outty. People, that was the lord, today only,
he will heal this boy, for just five thousand dollars!"
Pass the collection plate
you
Church gon' Bless you yeah
Get the collection plate right on that side
Get the collection plate right on that side
Get the collection plate right
Make it rain on that collection plate
Need a dollar bill to save
Make it rain on that collection plate
And your dollar bills can save
Make it rain
My dresser here full of lighters dawg
My genie here addressing me I want it
Collection plate at church like we don't own ya
Pastor
Now he talking
Okay I want you players to collection plate around
I want you players to collection plate around
And I want all you members
To put all of your
Coke stains on a kitchen set
The Lord ain't finished with me yet
Hundred bands in a collection plate
This a trap revival, give God the praise
Now
to the summer's end
People would gather from miles around
To see the mighty rainbow knock 'em down
Take a quarter from the collection plate
Every night he would
hallelujah
Then they pull out them collection plates
Until i tried to map the rights
And they refute it in my face
That be the man they say
Is responsible for
The Collection Plate
(That muthafucka)My favorite part of the session, bro( I'm wit ya brother)
Remember brothers and sisters.....REMEMBAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!
DIG DEEP!!!
then I lost it
Had it all then I lost it
Got it all now they offering
Collection plates like a offering
Set that trap up then we off em
10 bucks is what
up, what the fuck you on, donate to my collection plate and I won't steer you wrong
2nd verse
Baby independent and she do not fuck with cheap hoes, her
And I pass me around my collection plate
I give the little girls a smile and the tell me I'm great
Damn right I fake it 'cause I'm goin' home to wife
before, hallelujah hit record
Like WOO!!!!
We take all those problems and pray em away
I’ma need a couple bands, a couple bands in my collection plate
something that you ain't
Backup: Play at being what you ain't
In the Church of Saturday Saints
There's no collection plate, no
with a collection plate/
You put your lil homies lives in it, that's hella fake/
Verse 2:
They gang slide, catch a body, walk a opp down/
Just to have
your time
See through and past the stained glass
See through and past the stained glasss
Your ten percent in the collection plate
Is your tithe in
the collection plate comes by
You put in a ten take back a five
You ain't right
Son, you ain't right
Say the least your different
A couple quarts shy,
said that is the root of all evil (evil)
At least that's what the pastor tried to teach us (teach us)
But he ain't pass around that collection plate
keep em coming
Like collections plate
We flip the cake
We move this shit from Georgia
Baby state to state
Intimidate
Niggas in the city
Who've
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