Ab-Soul - Gods lyrics

[Intro: Jaye] East side, east side, east side Til I die, 'til I die Yeah, fly mob sh**, n***a Fly motherf**ers get with it, n***a [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 f** around and get deep fried, Givenchy rag in my Levis Been fly since knee-high, your b**h 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 p**y 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 n***a like twenty times, you try to run, hit you from behind f** n***as better stay in line, gettin' paid off f**in' crime Take a look at how a boss ride, Scarface, the world is mine [Hook: Jaye] All I do is stack, I don't f** with you n***as All I want is these b**hes, all I want is these riches (Money) All I want is this money, all I want is these b**hes 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' n***as examples, I thought I told you go HAM ho My Sprite dirty, I sip it slow, b**h bad she dip it low She do what I say cause I get the dough But f** that b**h, I'm tryin' to get me mo' The f** you think that I'm in it for? I done came up in a Benz Bad b**h and her friends All this money I f**in' spend I can't do nothin' but f**in' win Here I go again tryin' not to sin (Sorry) f** it, orange juice lots of gin sh** f** it, okay, I'm drunk Man these b**hes better swallow dick Hollow tips on these p**y n***as They not real, they counterfeit Bad b**hes make my dick bigger n***as mad, n***as mad, they don't f** with that little n***a Wouldn't have it any other way f** anything that them n***as say f** them n***as, boy, get your pay Hustle hard like every day That bad b**h, I turned her out, she so in love what a n***a 'bout I ain't tryin' to f**, I just want her mouth Sippin' lean like I'm in the south But this sh** 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 b**hes (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 b**h, 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 gla** house f** you think I do it for? I done came up, fifty grand in like fifty days, Goddamn I wrote this sh** 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]