Busta Rhymes - God's Plan lyrics

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Step up in the spot, sizzle it to d**h Always leave a mark like when the metal hit your flesh Blessed muhf**a, everything about me fresh Every time we do this sh**, we doing it to d**h We getting money too, this sh** don't make no kinda sense (Pop!) Make 'em run until they hop another fence When I'm in the building, n***as know I always got 'em and The way we keep on winning, how the f** you gon' stop' em? b**h 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 b**hes argue Put it in your mouth, stop the yapping, and gargle Take over the whole sh**, never do it partial f**ing up the building till they call a fire marshal Drop another cla**ic, add a chapter to the novel Pop a couple bottles, f** a couple models Rev it to the point where n***as bust open the throttle You think you got a pot of gold? Got a couple potfuls Could give a f** about your shine, b**h I got a watch full [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Them boys hot b**h, 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 n***as saying "God damn!" sh** changed n***a, chain hang n***a Every time we drop, see how the sh** bang n***a We buzzing in the street until the sh** sting n***a We profit every time, that's why we rich, lame n***a [Verse 2: J-Doe] I'm bout my paper, I'm bout my dough I keep my watch face twenty below b**h it's only three things you need to know All three is "Can't no one f** with J-Doe", aye I'm getting moolah, I'm getting cash If I say "hi" to her, she give up a** 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 n***a, off the leash lil n***a I just bought a car that you can't even lease lil n***a Don't reach lil n***a, just retreat lil n***a Cause you looking like a muhf**in' feast lil n***a [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 muthaf**a till that barrel get smoky Diamonds Tropicana, got a bag like I am Santa It's like 50 b**hes wit' me and they all in my cabana From the West Coast where these n***as throw they sets and wave bandanas If that's at your neighborhood, you will go nail down from the hammers, I Ride through any n***a hood in them GTs No Bloods, Pirus, CCs Selling Os, and I don't mean CDs 360 diamond chain, bu*terfinger BBs, yeah [Hook]