[Produced by Boogz N Tapez, Kanye West, and Anthony Kilhoffer][Intro]Somebody been running a long timeSomebody—[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]Shake that body, party that bod—Shake that body, party that bod—Shake that body, party that bodyCome and have a good time with G-O-D[Verse 1: Pusha T & Kanye West]I believe there's a God above meI'm just the god of everything elseI put holes in everything else"New God Flow," fuck everything elseSupreme dope dealer, write it in bold lettersThey love a nigga's spirit like Pac at the CoachellaThey said Push ain't fit with the umbrellaBut I was good with the yay' as a wholesalerI think it's good that 'Ye got a blow dealerA hot temper matched with a cold killerI came aboard for more than just to rhyme with himThink '99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him (Yuugh)Matchin' Daytonas, rose gold on usGoin' HAM in Ibiza done took a toll on usBut since you overdo it, I'ma pour moreWell if you goin' coupe, I'm goin' four door[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Kanye West]Shake that body, party that bod— (That's rare, nigga)Shake that body, party that bod— (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 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)[Verse 2: Pusha T]Step on they necks 'til they can't breatheClaim they five stars, but sell you dreamsThey say death multiplies by threesLine them all up and let's just seeFuck 'em, 'Ye, fuck 'em, 'YeI wouldn't piss on that nigga with Grand Marnier(Woo) They shit is shoppin' at Targét(Woo) My shit is luxury BalmainI'm balling, Amar'eA nick' sold in the park, then I want inWhat's a king without a crown, nigga? (What?)What's a circus without you clown niggas? (Ha)What's a brick from an out of town niggaWhen you flood and you can drown niggas? (Yuugh)Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden childM-A dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]Shake that body, party that bod—Shake that body, party that bod—Shake that body, party that bodyCome and have a good time with G-O-D[Verse 3: Kanye West]Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, manBut the Yeezys jumped over the JumpmanWent from most hated to the champion god flowI guess that's a feeling only me and LeBron knowI'm living three dreamsBiggie Smalls', Dr. King, Rodney King's, uh'Cause we can't get along, no resolution'Til we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney HoustonCars, money, girls and the clothesAw, man, you sold your soulNah, man, mad people was frontin'Aw, man, made somethin' from nothin'Picture workin' so hard and you can't cut throughThat can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched youWhat has the world come to? I'm from the 3-1-2Where cops don't come through and dreams don't come trueLike there the God go, in his MurcielagoFrom workin' McDonalds, barely payin' the car noteHe even got enough to get his mama a condoThen they ran up and shot him, right in front of his momForty killings in a weekend, forty killings in a weekMan, the summer too hot, you can feel it in the streetWelcome to Sunday service, if you hope to someday serve usWe got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick SermonDid 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, ayy," that's what Richard Pryor sayAnd we'll annihilate anybody that violateAsk any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye[Chorus: Ghostface Killah]Shake that body, party that bod—Shake that body, party that bod—Shake that body, party that bodyCome and have a good time with G-O-D[Interlude: Ghostface Killah]Yeah, niggaYeah, I had my— I had my Jesus piece since '94I don't know what I— I don't know what y'all talkin' 'boutAnd my eagleStill got it all in the bag, B (Yeah)All I did was play possum (Yo, come on)[Verse 4: Ghostface Killah]Six hundred Cuban cigar in the big tubMedallion on, Dove soap on the fresh cutWith soap suds on the MAC-11My big lion haven't ate since twelve and it's after sevenWe feed the nigga like forty chickensHis tail wag when I send him a bag with just one victimUh-huh, now let me show you what my closet onGems in the display case, call it a rock-a-thonI— I got soccer moms payin' for cockAsians get it from behind while they cleanin' they wokComin' with flows that is toxic (Come on)Deadly fumes when I'm in the roomRepercussions occur when you dry snitchRed light, green light, one, two, threeLook mean, got my machine, cried and hit you, pleaseSaid and shake that body, scar up that bodyShould I kill him now Tone? I said, "Probably"Side bets are four and betterBust hammers with pot holdersAnd yo, dead a cow for his fuckin' leatherI'm not bow-legged, but old school like Redd FoxxMy favorite color in my hustle days was red topsMy gold eagle arm shitted out a red rockThrew it off my project roof and saw red dotsKanye, shine a light on my WallabeesYou can have a good time with G-O-D[Chorus: Ghostface Killah & Kanye West]Shake that body, party that bod— (That's rare, nigga)Shake that body, party that bod— (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 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)[Outro: Kanye West]G.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. MusicG.O.O.D. Music, G.O.O.D. MusicAnd all my niggas say, "G.O.O.D. Music"And all my ladies say, "G.O.O.D. Music"
