Talk to God lyrics

[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 f*ck I get this paper?
You would’ve thought that sh*t was my homework
You better talk to god, lil' b*tch 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 b*tch who get paper, she don’t need no help
I put the check down on my teeth
They say the young n*ggas smokin' tree
I gotta trash bag full of weed
Young n*gga pass past by b*tch, 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 f*ck out of my feelings (chyeah)
I got me some extra, I got the set up, n*gga don’t cap 'bout living this sh*t
We got these b*tches fiending 'cause a young n*gga chasing the ceiling b*tch
All that fake sh*t, you gotta put that sh*t to rest, Huh, Yeah
All that hating sh*t, just leave that sh*t where it’s at, Huh, Yeah
Got all this paper in front of me like I’m doing a test, Huh, Yeah
Had the b*tch 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 n*gga carry Tecs
I feel like a god, that’s so accurate, 'Cause I’m him and I’m the best
I took a broke b*tch out of debt
'Cause I’m rich like [?]
I told 'em it’s Molly, like professional
This b*tch 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 n*ggas some traders, these b*tches 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 f*ck I get this paper?
You would’ve thought that sh*t was my homework
You better talk to god, lil' b*tch 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 b*tch who get paper, she don’t need no help
I put the check down on my teeth
They say the young n*ggas smokin' tree
I gotta trash bag full of weed
Young n*gga pass by that b*tch, I know she faithful to the streets
Fly in a PJ off of Ecstasy, I got cases full of breesh