Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news My Mama may have, my Papa may have But God bless the child who's got his own Who's got his own Now the rich get rich While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade My Mama may have, my Papa may have But God bless the child who's got his own Who's got his own Money, you have lots of friends Hanging around the door But when he's gone, and I spending ends You don't come hanging around no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much My Mama may have, and my Papa may have But God bless the child who's got his own Who's got his own