[Featuring: Steve G.
[Hook: Childish Yea, we 'til the sun up You ain't liking what we doing up You ain't liking what we doing up We got that extra life, one up
1: Steve G. Lover] F*ck the recession, I'ma keep this going If you ain't 'em, bet you probably still work for 'em Chick from Bermuda, that's right I get my work 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 move, get the trucks and the shirt for 'em OG status, my got perks for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ain't ever gotta for 'em You what I'm doing, n*gga I'ma do things Getting to the money, I guess I got a few Fifteen nines, five dimes, only two like Jamaicans, run it like I'm Usain Fresh from the haircut to the shoestrings talk 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 losing
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[Verse 2: Gambino] Bino what the dealy, I heard that was silly I heard you was so east side and pussy's your Achilles But it's time to get up, smoking on that get up Bino lay it 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 Shades on my face, Armani me lay low D-Money get his name, these n*ggas lame These n*ggas used to hate me, I ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she know where we going American Royalty on yolo Ralph Lauren that city where Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, it I might just shoot a G your face open like you Breezy, I mean it Nobody need to see nobody leaking, me
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