Gods

[Intro: Jaye] East side, east side, east side Til I die, 'til I die Yeah, fly mob shit, nigga Fly motherfuckers get with it, nigga [Verse 1: Jaye] I got noodles on the stove, fridge full of O's I pour the champagne and give myself a toast Yes I mean to boast, swag I hold the most I hang around with goons, I got a closet full of gold Rep that ET straight east side, where we let that beef ride Fuck around and get deep fried, Givenchy rag in my Levis Been fly since knee-high, your bitch was stolen by the new guy Smokin' weed got borin' and man, I'm lookin' to find some new high Baby girl, give me two sides, super-size with those leg and thighs Get in that pussy and improvise, I get it wet then I go inside Best believe I gotta shine, best believe I go for mine Super-villain, Megamind, you just a eight and I need a dime Long paper, short gangster that's semi-9 fit me fine Hit a nigga like twenty times, you try to run, hit you from behind Fuck niggas better stay in line, gettin' paid off fuckin' crime Take a look at how a boss ride, Scarface, the world is mine [Hook: Jaye] All I do is stack, I don't fuck with you niggas All I want is these bitches, all I want is these riches (Money) All I want is this money, all I want is these bitches Pop beans when I lean, it's like it's all a dream We like Gods (Dear God, I wonder can you save me? We like Gods I can't die, my Boo-Boo's bout to have my baby) We like Gods (Dear God, I wonder can you save me? We like Gods I can’t die, my Boo-Boo’s bout to have my baby) We like Gods [Verse 2: Jaye] Strapped up like I'm Rambo, swaggin' out in my camos Makin' niggas examples, I thought I told you go HAM ho My Sprite dirty, I sip it slow, bitch bad she dip it low She do what I say cause I get the dough But fuck that bitch, I'm tryin' to get me mo' The fuck you think that I'm in it for? I done came up in a Benz Bad bitch and her friends All this money I fuckin' spend I can't do nothin' but fuckin' win Here I go again tryin' not to sin (Sorry) Fuck it, orange juice lots of gin Shit fuck it, okay, I'm drunk Man these bitches better swallow dick Hollow tips on these pussy niggas They not real, they counterfeit Bad bitches make my dick bigger Niggas mad, niggas mad, they don't fuck with that little nigga Wouldn't have it any other way Fuck anything that them niggas say Fuck them niggas, boy, get your pay Hustle hard like every day That bad bitch, I turned her out, she so in love what a nigga 'bout I ain't tryin' to fuck, I just want her mouth Sippin' lean like I'm in the south But this shit in the Midwest Praise the lord to my last breath [Hook] [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Ab-Soul, new God flow Imagine Kanye West pushin' a ton Yayo in my vocals I'm flippin' the bird and flippin' the tongue Middle fingers up to the Po-po Still no love to these hoes though All I want is these bitches (Soul-o) All I want is these riches (Soul-o) Bird crumbs to you pigeons I'm gettin' high in the lo-lo Gettin' head while I drive, but, I don't even drive yo Make a right at that light Pop a bean, I just might Bag your bitch, I just did She said she seen me on VEVO Easy call, west side We keep the peace and pull straps out You in the back, I lead the pack You either pack or get packed out I eat the track, I send it back and deposit checks and pull cash out You blowin' cot, I'm blowin' pot, I'm throwin' rocks at your glass house Fuck you think I do it for? I done came up, fifty grand in like fifty days, Goddamn I wrote this shit faded in Amsterdam Jesus pieces ain't enough Chop that lamb and paint it blood Before I lay me down to sleep, I pray the lord my soul to keep [Hook]