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*ck everything else
Supreme dope dealer (Woo!) write it in bold letters
They love a nigga's spirit like [F]Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
But I was [Am7]good with the Yay' as a wholesaler
I think it’s good that 'Ye got [Fm7]a blow dealer
A hot temper, matched with a cold killer
I came aboard for [Dm7]more than just to [C7]ɾhyme with him
Think ’99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yughck)
(Matching Daytonas, ɾose gold on [C7]us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on [C7]us (ooh!)
(But since you [A7over do it, I’mma pour more)
Well if you [A7goin' coupe, I’m goin' four door
Shake that body, party that bod (That's ɾare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that bod (Rick Flare nigga!)
Shake that body, party that body (Yeah nigga!)
Come and [Bm]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 [Bm]have a good time with G.O.D
Step on [C7]they necks 'til they can’t breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you [A7dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them [A]all [Em]up and [Bm]let's just see
F*ck em [A]'Ye, f*ck em [A]'Ye!
I wouldn't piss on [C7]that nigga with Grand [Bm]Marnier (Woo!)
(Woo!) They shitty shoppin' at Targét (Woo!)
(Woo!) My shit is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
A nick' sold in the park then I want in
What's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)
What's a circus without you [A7clown niggas? (Ha!)
What's a brick from an outta-town nigga
When you [A7flood and [Bm]you [A7can drown niggas? (Yughck!)
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 [Bm]have a good time with G.O.D
Hold up, I ain't tɾying to [C7]stunt, man
But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to [C7]the champion [C7]god flow
I guess that's a feeling only me and [Bm]Lebron [C7]know
I'm living three dreams,
Biggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's
'Cause we can't get along, no ɾesolution
'Til we drown all [Em]these haters, ɾest in peace to [C7]Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and [Bm]the clothes
Aw man, you [A7sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was [Am7]frontin'
Aw man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and [Bm]you [A7can't cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like [F]an uncle that touched you
What has the world come to, I'm from the 3 1 2
Where cops don't come through and [Bm]dreams don't come tɾue
Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
He even got [Fm7]enough to [C7]get his mama a condo
Then they ɾan up and [Bm]shot him ɾight in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you [A7can feel it in the stɾeet
Welcome to [C7]Sunday service if you [A7hope to [C7]someday serve us
We got [Fm7]green in our eyes, just follow my [A]Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did stɾippers not make an arc when I made it ɾain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and [Bm]Dame?
And ɾan to [C7]Jacob and [Bm]made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus' name, let the choir say
"I'm on [C7]fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
And we'll annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you [A7know, they admire 'Ye
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that bod
Shake that body, party that body
Come and [Bm]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 [Em]my [A]niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all [Em]my [A]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 [A7get fresh get all [Em]the hoes (If you [A7get fresh get all [Em]the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all [Em]my [A]foes (I'm way fresher than all [Em]my [A]foes)
Somebody please pick out they clothes (Somebody please pick out they clothes)
And all [Em]my [A]niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
And all [Em]my [A]ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
Who ɾunnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
Who ɾunnin' shit today? G.O.O.D. Music!
