[Featuring: G. Lover]
[Hook: Gambino] Yea, we 'til the sun up You ain't liking what we doing up You ain't liking we doing shut up We got that extra life, one up
1: Steve G. Lover] F*ck the recession, keep this thing going If you ain't know 'em, bet you still work for 'em Chick Bermuda, that's right I get my work foreign don't get paid, I got hard d*ck and purp for 'em N*ggas out of line, get a shovel in the for 'em N*ggas move, get the trucks and the shirt for 'em OG status, my got perks for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ever gotta search for 'em You know what I'm doing, I'ma do things to the money, I guess I got a few things Fifteen nines, five dimes, only two Smoke like Jamaicans, run it I'm Usain Fresh the haircut down to the shoestrings Hoes talk about me, I'ma a new name Steve G the prince, I'm looking the new king All I do is win so who the losing
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[Verse 2: Childish Bino what the dealy, I heard flow was silly I heard you was so side and that pussy's your Achilles But it's time to get up, smoking on that get up lay it down and work it out like a sit up I'm feeling like a winner, my living be so My old look Leona, my new girl look Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi mami give me on my face, Armani helping me lay low D-Money get his name, these other n*ggas These n*ggas used to me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she don't where we going American Royalty on that Ralph Lauren It's that city where be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, f*ck it I might just a G Leave your open like you Breezy, I mean it Nobody need to see nobody leaking, me
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