Talk to God

[Chrous]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Huh
I get it, I get it, I get it, huh, yeah
I swim in that paper, and paper, I get it, I get it, Huh, Huh
Load up the paper, I’m touchin' that paper, I spent it, I spent it, Huh, Huh
How the fuck I get this paper?
You would’ve thought that shit was my homework
You better talk to god, lil' bitch don’t talk to me
I treat it like exercise, I’m counting hella breesh (yea, chyea)
I gotta keep up with my stamina and my defense (yeah)
I’m with with some savages, they know I’m 'round here [?]
I got weight baby, got wеight baby, got fish scale (fish scale)
I got designеr on me baby, yeah, this YSL (YSL)
I get clean and I get fresh, babe I’m fly as hell (fly as hell)
I got a, bad bitch who get paper, she don’t need no help
I put the check down on my teeth
They say the young niggas smokin' tree
I gotta trash bag full of weed
Young nigga pass past by bitch, I know she faithful to the streets
Fly in a PJ off of Ecstasy, I got cases full of breesh

[Verse]
I gotta see it baby don’t talk it, show you faithful to the team (huh)
I went to go get it, I got me a million, I got the fuck out of my feelings (chyeah)
I got me some extra, I got the set up, Nigga don’t cap 'bout living this shit
We got these bitches fiending 'cause a young nigga chasing the ceiling bitch
All that fake shit, you gotta put that shit to rest, Huh, Yeah
All that hating shit, just leave that shit where it’s at, Huh, Yeah
Got all this paper in front of me like I’m doing a test, Huh, Yeah
Had the bitch one time in her [?], Huh, Yeah
I confess, I’m addicted to these checks, Applying pressure
I could never be a pacifist, 'Cause a young nigga carry Tecs
I feel like a god, that’s so accurate, 'Cause I’m him and I’m the best
I took a broke bitch out of debt
'Cause I’m rich like [?]
I told 'em it’s Molly, like professional
This bitch off a Molly, getting sexual
I’m in a conversation with the teller, I got a lot of these decimals
Raining cash on my umbrella
She pulled up to me my house
I was throwing checks, she thought it was a festival
I done turned her out, obsessional, Huh, Yeah
I swim in that paper, and paper
I get it, I get it
Huh, Yeah, Huh
These niggas some traders, these bitches some traders, Don’t get it
Huh, Yeah, Huh
I’m taking her out the streets like I’m her savior
I gave her the label, Huh, Huh, Huh

[Chrous]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Huh
I get it, I get it, I get it, huh, yeah
I swim in that paper, and paper, I get it, I get it, Huh, Huh
Load up the paper, I’m touchin' that paper, I spit it, I spit it, Huh, Huh
How the fuck I get this paper?
You would’ve thought that shit was my homework
You better talk to god, lil' bitch don’t talk to me
I treat it like exercise, I’m counting hella breesh (yea, chyea)
I gotta keep up with my stamina and my defense (yeah)
I’m with with some savages, they know I’m 'round here [?]
I got weight baby, got weight baby, got fish scale (fish scale)
I got designer on me baby, yeah, this YSL (YSL)
I get clean and I get fresh, babe I’m fly as hell (fly as hell)
I got a, bad bitch who get paper, she don’t need no help
I put the check down on my teeth
They say the young niggas smokin' tree
I gotta trash bag full of weed
Young nigga pass by that bitch, I know she faithful to the streets
Fly in a PJ off of Ecstasy, I got cases full of breesh