God's Plan
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Step up in the spot, sizzle it to death
Always leave a mark like when the metal hit your flesh
Blessed muh*******a, everything about me fresh
Every time we do this *******t, we doing it to death
We getting money too, this *******t don't make no kinda sense
(Pop!) Make 'em run until they hop another fence
When I'm in the building, *******s know I always got 'em and
The way we keep on winning, how the ******* you gon' stop' em?
******* my money long, thicker than a waffle
Y'all know how we do it, everything colossal
Thirty karat diamond pinky ring look like a marble
I don't mean to startle, making ******* argue
Put it in your mouth, stop the yapping, and gargle
Take over the whole *******t, never do it partial
******* up the building till they call a fire marshal
Drop another classic, add a chapter to the novel
Pop a couple bottles, ******* a couple models
Rev it to the point where *******s bust open the throttle
You think you got a pot of gold? Got a couple potfuls
Could give a ******* about your *******ne, ******* I got a watch full
[Hook: Busta Rhymes]
Them boys hot *******, aw man
Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
And when they see it, got these *******s saying "God damn!"
*******t changed *******, chain hang *******
Every time we drop, see how the *******t bang *******
We buzzing in the street until the *******t sting *******
We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame *******
[Verse 2: J-Doe]
I'm bout my paper, I'm bout my dough
I keep my watch face twenty below
******* it's only three things you need to know
All three is "Can't no one ******* with J-Doe", aye
I'm getting moolah, I'm getting cash
If I say "hi" to her, she give up ass
I got a Ruger, don't make me blast
My flow is too hot, why y'all listening to trash?
Aw yeah, I'm a beast lil *******, off the leash lil *******
I just bought a car that you can't even lease lil *******
Don't reach lil *******, just retreat lil *******
Cause you looking like a muh*******' feast lil *******
[Hook]
Them boys hot *******, aw man
Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
And when they see it, got these *******s saying "God damn!"
*******t changed *******, chain hang *******
Every time we drop, see how the *******t bang *******
We buzzing in the street until the *******t sting *******
We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame *******
[Verse 3: O.T. Genasis]
Aye, okay, wrist look Rollie, charm look trophy
Top three rappers: O.T., O.T., and O.T
.45 on me so my *******rt look pokey
Buss that mutha*******a till that barrel get smoky
Diamonds Tropicana, got a bag like I am Santa
It's like 50 ******* wit' me and they all in my cabana
From the West Coast where these *******s throw they sets and wave bandanas
If that's at your neighborhood, you will go nail down from the hammers, I
Ride through any ******* hood in them GTs
No Bloods, Pirus, CCs
Selling Os, and I don't mean CDs
360 diamond chain, Butterfinger BBs, yeah
[Hook]
Them boys hot *******, aw man
Make sure the penthouse suite got a ceiling fan
See, when I win, it's like it's God's plan
And when they see it, got these *******s saying "God damn!"
*******t changed *******, chain hang *******
Every time we drop, see how the *******t bang *******
We buzzing in the street until the *******t sting *******
We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame *******