[Featuring: G. Lover]
Childish Gambino] Yea, we party the sun up You ain't liking what we shut up You ain't liking we doing shut up We got extra life, n*gga one up
[Verse 1: G. Lover] F*ck the recession, I'ma keep thing going If you ain't 'em, bet you probably still work for 'em Chick Bermuda, that's right I get my work foreign They don't get paid, I got hard d*ck and for 'em out of line, get a shovel in the dirt for 'em N*ggas wanna move, get the trucks and the for 'em OG status, my job's got for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ever gotta search for 'em You know what I'm doing, I'ma do things Getting to the money, I guess I got a few Fifteen nines, five dimes, only two Smoke like Jamaicans, run it like I'm Fresh the haircut down to the shoestrings Hoes about me, I'ma need a new name Steve G the prince, I'm looking the new king All I do is win so who the hell's
(x2)]
[Verse 2: Childish Bino what the dealy, I that flow was silly I heard you was so side and that pussy's your Achilles But really it's to get up, smoking on that get up Bino lay it down and it out like a sit up I'm feeling like a winner, my be so easy My old girl Leona, my new girl look Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi mami me besos Shades on my face, Armani me lay low D-Money get his name, these other lame These n*ggas to hate me, I guess ain't nothing changed in the Porsche, she don't know where we going American on that yolo Ralph Lauren It's that city Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, f*ck it I might shoot a G Leave your face open like you Breezy, I it need to see nobody leaking, believe me
(x2)]