Lyrics: Norman Whitfield
Music: Norman Whitfield
Wait a minute, look
Here comes Daddy Rich in his mean limousine
People come from everywhere wishing he cleanses their sins
We give you father glory and bless
He says "all you've got to do is believe to get you saved"
I just want to say one thing
I went to Daddy Rich's church last Sunday
He was taking a toll on people out there stealing their money
A young man jumped up and accused Daddy Rich of being a bitch
Daddy Rich just smiled then began to preach
He said "I feel like those who do not like me and call me a liar
But I will help them say forgive"
Let's start talking about my only desires
Money and my income
'Cause with your bank account filled you can achieve any pleasure
Money, everybody needs some
Money, everybody wants some
Money, turns everybody on
Money, money give you power
Yeah
Remember those words from Daddy Rich
"Money might be the root of all evil, but it's also the answer
To a lot of of our problems, ain't it?"