New God Flow.1 (Album Version|Edited)

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," f**k everything else

Supreme d**e dealer, write it in bold letters

They love a ni**a's 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 woulda had Shyne with him, yuugh!

Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on us

Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us

But since you overdo it, I'ma pour more

Well if you goin' coupe, I’m goin' four door

Shake that body, party that bod-

That's rare, ni**a!

Shake that body, party that bod

Ric Flair, ni**a!

Shake that body, party that body

Yeah, ni**a!

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

Yeah

Shake that body, party that bod-

Woah

Shake that body, party that bod-

Woah

Shake that body, party that body

It's the new God flow, niggas

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

Yo

Step on they necks 'til 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

F**k em 'Ye, f**k em 'Ye!

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

(Woo!) They sh*t is shoppin' at Targét

(Woo!) My sh*t is luxury Balmain (Ay!)

I'm balling, Amar'e

A nick sold in the park then I want in

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

What's a circus without you clown niggas? (Hah)

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

When you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yuuugh)

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

M.A. 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 trying to stunt, man

But the Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman

Went from most hated to the champion god flow

I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know

I'm living three dreams: Biggie Smalls', Dr. King

Rodney King's, uhh

Cause we can't get along - no resolution

'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston

Cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aww man, you sold your soul

Naww man, mad people was frontin'

Aww 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 Murcielago

From workin' McDonalds, 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

40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings 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 an ark when I made it rain?

Did Yeezy, not get signed by Hov and Dame?

And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?

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 d**e 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

Yeah ni**a, yeah I had my, I had my Jesus piece since ‘94

I don’t know what I, I don’t know what y'all talkin’ bout

And my eagle — still got it all in the bag, B

All I did was play possum

Yo, come on

Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tub

Medallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cut

With soap suds on the Mac-11

My big lion haven’t ate since twelve, and it’s after seven

We feed the ni**a like forty chickens

His tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victim

Uh-huh, now let me show you what my closet on

Gems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thon

I got soccer moms payin' for cock

Asians get it from behind while they cleanin’ their wok

Comin' with flows that is toxic

Deadly fumes when I'm in the room

Repercussions occur when you dry snitch

Red light, green light, one, two, three

Look mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, please

Say shake that body, scar up that body

Should I kill him now Tone? I said probably

Side bets are four and better

Bust hammers with pot holders

And yo, dead a cow for his f**kin' leather

I’m not bow-legged but old school like Redd Foxx

My favorite color in my hustle days was red tops

My gold eagle arm shitted out a red rock

Threw it off my project roof, saw red dots

Kanye, shine a light on my Wallabees

You can have a good time with G.O.D

Shake that body, party that bod-

That's rare, ni**a!

Shake that body, party that bod-

Ric Flair, ni**a!

Shake that body, party that body

Yeah, ni**a!

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

Yeah

Shake that body, party that bod-

Woah

Shake that body, party that bod-

Woah

Shake that body, party that body

It's the new God flow, niggas

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

Yo

G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!

G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!

And all my niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"