God Wanted Us to Be Lit

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

All the hate can't stop this

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

Do your dance girl you know you bad

It's your birthday girl you know you bad

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

****God back off in the city

Still keep a stick in case it get sticky

Ahhhh

Girl you gon' make me blow a bag

When I kill that thing I ain't gone wear a mask

A boss need a boss lady

If her ***** good you know that girl crazy

Keep the fame I just want the change

You see they call me Balmain Jermaine

My hustle nonstop I got a super bag

You mad get a cape now be super mad

They hating but we lit

We still lit

Young rich ***** keep a rich *****

All the hate can't stop this

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

Do your dance girl you know you bad

It's your birthday girl you know you bad

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

Skinny ***** but my ***** good

I look professional but think hood

She only loves me cause my bank full

Team full of sharks, try me boy the tank full

I got a ***** that come from Africa

Another ***** to hit up after her

Put them together now they both looking so spectacular

Look at my homeboy say what you mean

Baby I'm a bachelor I ain't attached to her

My Taylor Gang campaign got them looking strange but I ain't never goin' change

I give a ***** about the fame

Just cause I'm getting paid

Got two shows to do the same night

You know my name right

All the hate can't stop this

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

Do your dance girl you know you bad

It's your birthday girl you know you bad

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

Shawty I heard you a badass

Come and hit this **** and the gas mask

My loud pack with the neighbors

**** team I been with the Taylor's

Shawty God wanted you to be thick

Ask how she get the ass she goin' plead the fifth

I know a freak when I see a freak

I beat the thing twice finna three-peat

I be trappin' in designer

Nothing but dimes in my lineup

Nothing but stuff in my black car

And we goin' launch a missile if they act up

All the hate can't stop this

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit

Do your dance girl you know you bad

It's your birthday girl you know you bad

God wanted us to be lit

God wanted us to be lit