Talk 2 God
I don't see the sun, I'ma take an ecstasy
I'ma night fiend, yeah
I just popped a bean
(Ayy yo, Ian)
Yeah, I just popped a bean, I just got the Rolls Royce seats
Bitch I'm in the Cullinan, got curtains underneath
All these bitches flawless, I call this bitch a sink
Yeah, I wake up on a Sunday for service
If you come to us with money, we need it urgent
I've been doin' it a long time, not no virgin
Yeah, launch out the coupe and let the birds in it
Yeah, bitch told me she loves God, I'm high with the Gods
Bitch you talked to God (hello, hello), oh my God
Like somebody asks me questions off the opiates, I nod
In a telly overseas, I'm in France with a broad
All my clothes made, custom-built, they from Milan
Call my twizzy crazy, cut the snakes up out that lawn
My twizzy play the instrument, the mini Draco drum
I just signed a deal, I'm up two milly, I think I won
(Woo, woo) I just let the top down
I just went in and sell it and the bitch don't wanna mop now
When you get a lot of money, they start to flock around
When you get a lot of bullshit, come and block it out
Yeah, these ain't five percent windows, more like fifty now
Every day I'm gettin' lifted, it's so silly now
They tell me, go and break the rules 'fore I bring the ceiling down
Yeah, and I know I'm on the X, yeah, I can feel it now
You can tell I'm on a bad bend and I'm booting up
You can tell just by the look, yeah, if they true or not
Couple of years ago in the basement, had a noodle pot
I don't give a fuck, I don't care at all
Called up Eliantte, asking if he done cleaning my carats off
I will take Percs on a bus, I took the nearest stop
They money not worth nothing, yeah, ain't hearing y'all
I be hanging with my demon, what I look like fearing y'all?
Yeah, I just popped a bean
Yeah, I just popped a bean
I'm the bean man, yeah, yeah
I just popped a bean, I just popped a
Yeah, I just popped a bean, I just got the Rolls Royce seats
Bitch I'm in the Cullinan, got curtains underneath
All these bitches flawless, I call this bitch a sink
Yeah, I wake up on a Sunday for service
If you come to us with money, we need it urgent
I've been doin' it a long time, not no virgin
Yeah, launch out the coupe and let the birds in it
Yeah, bitch told me she loves God, I'm high with the Gods
Bitch you talked to God (hello, hello), oh my God
Like somebody asks me questions off the opiates, I nod
In a telly overseas, I'm in France with a broad
I'ma night fiend, yeah
I just popped a bean
(Ayy yo, Ian)
Yeah, I just popped a bean, I just got the Rolls Royce seats
Bitch I'm in the Cullinan, got curtains underneath
All these bitches flawless, I call this bitch a sink
Yeah, I wake up on a Sunday for service
If you come to us with money, we need it urgent
I've been doin' it a long time, not no virgin
Yeah, launch out the coupe and let the birds in it
Yeah, bitch told me she loves God, I'm high with the Gods
Bitch you talked to God (hello, hello), oh my God
Like somebody asks me questions off the opiates, I nod
In a telly overseas, I'm in France with a broad
All my clothes made, custom-built, they from Milan
Call my twizzy crazy, cut the snakes up out that lawn
My twizzy play the instrument, the mini Draco drum
I just signed a deal, I'm up two milly, I think I won
(Woo, woo) I just let the top down
I just went in and sell it and the bitch don't wanna mop now
When you get a lot of money, they start to flock around
When you get a lot of bullshit, come and block it out
Yeah, these ain't five percent windows, more like fifty now
Every day I'm gettin' lifted, it's so silly now
They tell me, go and break the rules 'fore I bring the ceiling down
Yeah, and I know I'm on the X, yeah, I can feel it now
You can tell I'm on a bad bend and I'm booting up
You can tell just by the look, yeah, if they true or not
Couple of years ago in the basement, had a noodle pot
I don't give a fuck, I don't care at all
Called up Eliantte, asking if he done cleaning my carats off
I will take Percs on a bus, I took the nearest stop
They money not worth nothing, yeah, ain't hearing y'all
I be hanging with my demon, what I look like fearing y'all?
Yeah, I just popped a bean
Yeah, I just popped a bean
I'm the bean man, yeah, yeah
I just popped a bean, I just popped a
Yeah, I just popped a bean, I just got the Rolls Royce seats
Bitch I'm in the Cullinan, got curtains underneath
All these bitches flawless, I call this bitch a sink
Yeah, I wake up on a Sunday for service
If you come to us with money, we need it urgent
I've been doin' it a long time, not no virgin
Yeah, launch out the coupe and let the birds in it
Yeah, bitch told me she loves God, I'm high with the Gods
Bitch you talked to God (hello, hello), oh my God
Like somebody asks me questions off the opiates, I nod
In a telly overseas, I'm in France with a broad
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