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 muhfucka, everything about me fresh Every time we do this shit, we doing it to death We getting money too, this shit don't make no kinda sense (Pop!) Make 'em run until they hop another fence When I'm in the building, niggas know I always got 'em and The way we keep on winning, how the fuck you gon' stop' em? Bitch 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 bitches argue Put it in your mouth, stop the yapping, and gargle Take over the whole shit, never do it partial Fucking up the building till they call a fire marshal Drop another classic, add a chapter to the novel Pop a couple bottles, fuck a couple models Rev it to the point where niggas bust open the throttle You think you got a pot of gold? Got a couple potfuls Could give a fuck about your shine, bitch I got a watch full [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Them boys hot bitch, 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 niggas saying "God damn!" Shit changed nigga, chain hang nigga Every time we drop, see how the shit bang nigga We buzzing in the street until the shit sting nigga We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame nigga [Verse 2: J-Doe] I'm bout my paper, I'm bout my dough I keep my watch face twenty below Bitch it's only three things you need to know All three is "Can't no one fuck 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 nigga, off the leash lil nigga I just bought a car that you can't even lease lil nigga Don't reach lil nigga, just retreat lil nigga Cause you looking like a muhfuckin' feast lil nigga [Hook] [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 shirt look pokey Buss that muthafucka till that barrel get smoky Diamonds Tropicana, got a bag like I am Santa It's like 50 bitches wit' me and they all in my cabana From the West Coast where these niggas throw they sets and wave bandanas If that's at your neighborhood, you will go nail down from the hammers, I Ride through any nigga hood in them GTs No Bloods, Pirus, CCs Selling Os, and I don't mean CDs 360 diamond chain, Butterfinger BBs, yeah [Hook]