[Featuring: Steve G.
Childish Gambino] Yea, we party the sun up You ain't liking we doing shut up You ain't liking we doing shut up We got that life, n*gga one up
[Verse 1: G. Lover] F*ck the recession, I'ma this thing going If you know 'em, bet you probably still work for 'em Chick Bermuda, that's right I get my work foreign They get paid, I got hard d*ck and purp for 'em out of line, get a shovel in the dirt 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 I'm doing, n*gga I'ma do things to the money, I guess 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, I'ma a new name Steve G the prince, I'm like the new king All I do is win so who the losing
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[Verse 2: Gambino] Bino the dealy, I heard that flow was silly I you was so east side and that pussy's your Achilles But really time 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 look Leona, my new girl 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 lame 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 yolo Lauren that city where Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, it I might just shoot a G Leave your face open like you Breezy, I it need to see nobody leaking, believe me
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