Lyrics
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 (woo!) 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 with 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 (ooh)
(But since you over do it, I'ma pour more)
Well, if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door
Shake that body, party that bod (that's rare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that bod (Rick Flare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that body (yeah, nigga)
Come and have a good time with G.O.D (yeah)
Shake that body, party that bod (whoa!)
Shake that body, party that bod (whoa!)
Shake that body, party that body (it's a new God flow niggas!)
Come and have a good time with G.O.D
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
Fuck em 'Ye, fuck em 'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier (woo!)
(Woo) they shitty shoppin' at Targét (woo!)
(Woo) my shit is luxury Balmain
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
