French Montana - God Wanted Us To Be Lit lyrics

[Hook] 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 [Verse 1] DopeGod back off in the city Still keep a stick in case it get sticky Ahhhh Girl you gone make me blow a bag When I k** that thing I ain't gone wear a mask A boss need a boss lady If her p**y good you know that girl crazy Keep the fame I just want the change You see they call me [?] 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 n***a keep a rich b**h [Hook] 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 [Verse 2] Skinny n***a but my dick good I look professional but think hood She only love me cause my bank full Team full of sharks, try me boy the tank full I got a b**h that come from Africa Another b**h to hit up after her Put them both together now they both looking so spectacular Look at my homeboy say what you mean 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 f** about the fame Just cause I'm getting paid Got two shows to do the same night You know my name right [Hook] 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 [Verse 3] Shawty I heard you a bada** Come and hit this dope and the gas mask My loud pack with the neighbors Dope team I been with the Taylor's Shawty God wanted you to be thick [?] she goin' plead the fifth I know a freak when I see a freak I beat the thing twice for a three piece I be trappin' in designer Nothing but dimes in my lineup Nothing but stuff in my [?] And we goin' launch a missile if they act up [Hook] 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