The Pope Rap (Modern Day Profit) - Trevor Moore

Make money, make make money

Make money, make make money

Make money, make make money

I’m the motherfuckin' 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 jewels 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 motherfuckin' Pope and he makes he make money!) (x2)

Mmm, look at the ass 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 F.U.

money, U’s for underage

Stackin' paper higher than the rate of Africa’s AIDS

But no condoms, guys!

'Cause God gets enraged

Just keep prayin' and passin' '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!»

-«…Bitch you got my fuckin' 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 guy named Mussolini

You remember, Hitler’s buddy back from World War II

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

I’m the motherfuckin' Pope and I make I make money!)

L. Ron Hubbard, Pat Robinson

Y’all some punk ass bitches!

Y’all ain’t even on my level!

And Dalai Lama?

What the fuck are you doing?

You gotta monetize that shit, sonnnnnn!