[Hook]
 Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that bod
 Shake that body, party that [bad word] and have a good time with G.O.
 [Verse 1: Pusha T]
I believe there's a god above me
 I'm just the god of everything else
I put holes in everything else
"New God Flow," [bad word] everything else
Supreme dope dealer, write it in bold letters
They love a [bad word] s spirit like Pac at the Coachella
They said Pusha ain't fit with the umbrella
 But I was good with the Yay as a wholesaler
I think it’s good that 'Ye got a blow dealer
 hot temper, matched wth a cold killer
I came aboard for more than just to rhyme with him
 Think ’99, when Puff woulda had Shyne with him
(Matching Daytonas, rose gold on us)
Goin' H·A·M in Ibiza done took a toll on us
(But since you over do it, I’mma pour more)
Well if you goin' coupe, I’m goin' four door

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Step on their necks 'til they can’t breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
 Line them all up and let's just see [bad word] em 'Ye. [bad word] em 'Ye!
I wouldn't [bad word] on that [bad word] with Grand Marnier
(Woo!) They [bad word] shoppin' at Tar-Gét
 (Woo!) My [bad word] is luxury Balmain (Ay!)
Im ballin', Amar'e
 nick sold in the park then I want in
 What's a king without a crown, [bad word] 
What's a circus without you clown niggas?
What's a brick from an outta-town [bad word]  When you flood and you can drown niggas?
Here's the G.O.O.D. Music golden child
 M.A. dollar sign, can't nobody hold me down

 [Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Hold up, I ain't trying to stunt, man
 But these Yeezys jumped over the Jumpman
Went from most hated to the champion god flow
 I guess that's a feeling only me and Lebron know
I'm living three dreams:
 Biggie Smalls', Dr. King's, Rodney King's
Cuz we can't get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
 Aww man, you sold your soul
 Naww man, mad people was frontin'
 Aww man, made something from nothing
Picture working so hard, and you can't cut through
 That can mess up your whole life, like an uncle that touched you
What has the [bad word] to, I'm from the 312
 Where cops [bad word] through and dreams [bad word] [bad word] Like there the god go in his Murcielago
From working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
 He even got enough to get his mama a condo
Then they ran up and shot him right front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street [bad word] to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in our eyes, just follow my Erick Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane?
Did strippers not make an arc when I made it rain?
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame?
And ran to Jacob and made the new Jesus chains?
In Jesus name, let the choir say
"I'm on fire, ay," that's what Richard Pryor say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dope boy you know, they admire 'Ye

 [Hook]

[Outro: Kanye West]
G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
 G.O.O.D. Music! G.O.O.D. Music!
 And all my niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
 And all my ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
I don't know but I've been told
 (I don't know but I've been told)
 If you get fresh get all the hoes
 (If you get fresh get all the hoes)
I'm way fresher than all my foes
 (I'm way fresher than all my foes)
 Somebody please pick out they clothes
 (Somebody please pick out they clothes)
 And all my niggas say "G.O.O.D. Music!"
 And all my ladies say "G.O.O.D. Music!"