New God Flow

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G.O.D.

I believe there's a God above me

I'm just the God of everything else

I put holes in everything else

New God flow, fuck everything else

Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters

They love a **** spirit like 'Pac at the Coachella

They said Push ain't fit with the umbrella

But I was good with the yay as a wholesaler

I think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealer

A hot temper matched with a cold killer

I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him

Think '99 when Puff would have had Shyne with him

Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us

Goin' HAM in Ibiza done took toll on us

But since you overdo it I'ma pour more

Well, if you goin' coup I'm goin' four door

Shake that body, party that bod

(That's rare, ****)

Shake that body, party that bod

(Ric Flair, ****)

Shake that body, party that body

(Yeah, ****) Come and have a good time with G.O.D. (Yeah)

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that body

(It's a new G.O.D. flow, ****)

Come and have a good time with G.O.D.

Step on they necks till they can't breathe

Claim they five stars but sell you dreams

They say death multiplies by threes

Line them all up and let's just see

Fuck 'em 'Ye, fuck 'em, 'Ye

I wouldn't piss on that **** with Grand Marnier

Woo, they shit is shoppin' at Target

Woo, my shit is luxury, Balmain

I'm ballin', Amar'e

A Knick sold in the park? Then I want in

What's a king without a crown, ****? (What?)

What's a circus without you clown ****?

What's a brick from an outta-town ****?

When you flood and you can drown ****

It's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child

MA Dollar Sign, can't nobody hold me down

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G.O.D.

Hold up, I ain't tryin' to stunt, man

But the Yeezy's jumped over the Jumpman

Went from Most Hated to the champion God flow

I guess that's a feelin' only me and LeBron know

I'm livin' three dreams, Biggie Smalls, Dr. King, Rodney King's

'Cause we can't get along, no resolution till we drown all these haters

Rest in peace to Whitney Houston

Cars, money, girls and the clothes

Ah, man, you sold your soul

Nah, man, mad people was frontin'

Ah, man, made somethin' from nothin'

Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut through

That can mess up your whole life like an uncle that touched you

What has the world come to? I'm from the 312

Where cops don't come through

And dreams don't come true

Like there the God go in his Murciélago

From workin' McDonald's, barely payin' the car note

He even got enough to get his mama a condo

Then they ran up and shot him right in front of his mom

Forty killin's in a week and forty killin's in a week

Man, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the street

Welcome to Sunday Service if you hope to someday serve us

We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon

Did Moses not part the water with the cane?

Did strippers not make it arc when I made it rain?

Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?

And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chain?

In Jesus name let the choir say, "I'm on fire"

Ay, that's what Richard Pryor say

And we'll annihilate anybody that violate

Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that bod

Shake that body, party that body

Come and have a good time with G.O.D.

G.O.O.D. Music

G.O.O.D. Music

G.O.O.D. Music

G.O.O.D. Music

And all my **** say

G.O.O.D. Music

And all my ladies say

G.O.O.D. Music

I don't know but I been told

I don't know but I been told

If you get fresh, get all the hoes

If you get fresh, get all the hoes

I'm way fresher than all my foes

I'm way fresher than all my foes

Somebody please, pick out they clothes

Somebody please, pick out they clothes

And all my **** say

G.O.O.D. Music

And all my ladies say

G.O.O.D. Music

Who run this shit today?

G.O.O.D. Music

Who run this shit today?

G.O.O.D. Music