Busta Rhymes, O.T. Genasis, J-Doe - God's Plan lyrics

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

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

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

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

Aye, okay, wrist look Rollie
Charm look trophy
Top three rappers: OT, OT, and OT
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

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