New God Flow.1 (feat. Pusha T & Ghostface Killah)

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 GOD

[Pusha T]

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 nigga's spirit like Pac at the Coachella

They said Pusha 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 wth a cold killer

I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him

Think '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him

(Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)

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

(But since you over do it, I’mma pour more)

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

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 GOD

[Pusha-T]

Step on their necks till they can’t breath

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 nigga with Grand Marnier

(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at Tar-Gét

(Woo!) My shit is luxury Balmain (Ay!)

I'm ballin', Amar'e

A nick sold in the park then I want in

What's a king without a crown, nigga?

What's a circus without you clown niggas?

What's a brick from an outta-town nigga

When you flood and you can drown niggas?

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

[Kanye West]

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

But these 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's, 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

Aww man, you sold your soul

Naww man, mad people was frontin'

Aww man, made something from nothing

Picture working 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 working McDonalds, barely paying the car note

He even got enough to get his mama a condo

Then they ran up and shot him right 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 arc 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 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

[Kanye West]

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!

And all my ladies say G.O.O.D. music!

I don't know but I've been told

(I don't know but I've 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 niggas say G.O.O.D. music!

And all my ladies say G.O.O.D. music!

Who runnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. music!

Who runnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. music!