[Chorus: Red Café & French Montana]
God wanted us to be lit
God wanted us to be lit
All the hate can't stop this (Whoa)
God wanted us to be lit (Whoa)
God wanted us to be lit (Whoa)
God wanted us to be lit
Do your dance girl you know you bad (Haah)
It's your birthday girl you know you bad (Haah)
God wanted us to be lit (Whoa)
God wanted us to be lit (Woo)
[Verse 1: Red Café]
DopeGod back off in the city (Whoa)
Still keep a stick case it get sticky (Whoa)
Ahhh, Girl you gone make me blow a bag
When I kill that thing I ain't gon' wear a mask, ooh
A boss need a boss lady (Lit)
If her pussy good you know that girl crazy
Keep the fame, I just want the change
You see they call me Balmain Jermaine (Woo)
My hustle non-stop I got a super bag (Bow)
You mad get a cape now be super mad (Bow)
They hatin' but we lit, we still lit (Haah)
Young rich nigga keep a rich bitch (What else?)
Shit
God wanted us to be lit
God wanted us to be lit
All the hate can't stop this (Whoa)
God wanted us to be lit (Whoa)
God wanted us to be lit (Whoa)
God wanted us to be lit
Do your dance girl you know you bad (Haah)
It's your birthday girl you know you bad (Haah)
God wanted us to be lit (Whoa)
God wanted us to be lit (Woo)
[Verse 1: Red Café]
DopeGod back off in the city (Whoa)
Still keep a stick case it get sticky (Whoa)
Ahhh, Girl you gone make me blow a bag
When I kill that thing I ain't gon' wear a mask, ooh
A boss need a boss lady (Lit)
If her pussy good you know that girl crazy
Keep the fame, I just want the change
You see they call me Balmain Jermaine (Woo)
My hustle non-stop I got a super bag (Bow)
You mad get a cape now be super mad (Bow)
They hatin' but we lit, we still lit (Haah)
Young rich nigga keep a rich bitch (What else?)
Shit
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