[Chorus] Shake that body, party that body Shake that body, party that body Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D
[Pusha T 1:] I believe there's a God above me I'm just the God of everything else I put hoes in everything else New God Flow, fuck everything else Supreme dope dealer, write it in BOLD LETTERS They love a nigga spirit like Pac at the Coachella They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella But I was good with the yay as a wholeseller I think it's good that Ye got a blow dealer A hot temper, matched with a cold killer I came up more, for more than just to rhyme with him Think '99, when Puff would've had Shyne with him (matching Daytona's Rose Gold on us) Going Ham in Ibiza done took a toll on us Well since you over do it, imma pour more Well if you going coupe, I'm going four door(wooo)
[Chorus] Shake that body, party that body(that's rare nigga) Shake that body, party that body(Ric Flair 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 body(woaa) Shake that body, party that body(woaa) Shake that body, party that body(it's a New God Flow) Come and have a good time with G-O-D
[Pusha T 2:] Step on they necks till they can't breathe Claim they five stars but sell you dreams They say death multiplies by three's Lined them all up and let's just see Fuck 'em Ye, fuck 'em Ye I wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier' They shit is shopping at Target' My shit is luxury Balmain I'm Balling, I'm all red 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 It's the GOOD Music golden child M-A dollar sign can't nobody hold me down
[Chorus] Shake that body, party that body Shake that body, party that body 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 these new Yeezys jumped over the jump man 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 "Where did God go?" In his Murcielago From working McDonald's, barely paying 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, 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 went 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
[Chorus] Shake that body, party that body Shake that body, party that body Shake that body, party that body Come and have a good time with G-O-D