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