Lyrics:

Them that's got shall have, them that's not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more while the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
They're crowding around your door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come 'round no more, ooh
Rich relations may give you a crust of bread and such
You can help yourself, oh, don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
They're crowding around your door
When you're gone and spending ends
They don't come 'round no more, no, no
Rich relations give you a crust of bread and such
Please help yourself, don't take too much
Your Mama may have and your Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just don't worry about nothing
'Cause he's got his own
Yes, he's got his own