Talk 2 God (feat. Tyler)

(Brazy got dreams) How you wanna get high But you don't take no drugs We winning on this side But we ain't showing love F*ck yo' soul 'cause you could die I ain't been known to lie Issey Miyake jeans got Carti glasses on i'm feeling fly (woo) Luh glocky in my ride Bitch don't talk to me or my lil brodie Bitch go talk to God Gas freaky got me fucking fried I be tweaking I be geeking I be getting high He be cappin' out the ass Be tweeting he a lil liar I I I I I'm just tryna stay alive I went ran them racks up my own way bitch f*ck a nine to five I murder tracks left and right I do it every time I'm 'bout as slimy as it gets Snake around my neck I don't be stressing bout no bitch Strictly 'bout the bread I ran this shit up so damn quick now they all like damn When i'm hopping out that whip they know who I am Yeah i'm one in seven billion imma show y'all im the best Yeah they said I couldn't do it that's why I stick out my chest I know im going up I got that specialty I been cooking up like it's a recipe How you wanna get high But you don't take no drugs We winning on this side But we ain't showing love F*ck yo' soul 'cause you could die I ain't been known to lie Issey Miyake jeans got Carti glasses on i'm feeling fly (woo) Luh glocky in my ride Bitch don't talk to me or my lil brodie Bitch go talk to God Gas freaky got me fucking fried I be tweaking I be geeking I be getting high I been tweaking I been Geeking I been getting high Run up on me yeah You gon roll the dice I done waited too damn long for a fucking prize You wanna hit me up bitch yeah you gon' fucking die (hea hea) They gon write about this shit some day I pop another perc' yeah i'm flying away Roll up to the biz' roll up to the guap Me and Cartii get this money it won't ever stop Pack up all yo' bags hop on private jet They keep sending checks off We keep counting bread Never know what's next Yeah we living lavish We could take all ya' hoes Make 'em do gymnastics We could do it every week say yea She gon' hop on dick If she start asking for money I say I can't find it If they say "there ain't no way" Imma find a way Bitch shut the f*ck up Send you to a better place You don't want none this shit that we got cunt You cannot hop on this better get to running Yeah Yeah Yeah We just want some more F*ck them bitches tripping I throw all my money on the floor Me and brodie always cashing out yeah Bought some new Chanel for my bitch now (woo) I just need a private jet then i'm heading off Gotta fill out everything on my check list I was getting high everyday call out the bestest I don't need no one to tell me when i'm doing wrong I be in yo' bitch then I fly her to my home And i'm still counting up all this money with my bro