Hey Mr. Preacher Man Let me tell you what looks wrong You've got your flock here 1600 strong They pay the money They pay the tithe They can't afford it But they're paying or your life And it's chill Chill for a church Hey Mr. Preacher Man Where you live is somewhere else You feel no shame, nah 'Bout where you get your wealth Four-car garage, yeah Nice neighborhood Wish your parishioners Could afford to live this good