[Featuring: Steve G.
[Hook: Gambino] Yea, we party the sun up You liking what we doing shut up You ain't liking what we doing up We got that life, n*gga one up
1: Steve G. Lover] F*ck the recession, I'ma keep thing going If you ain't know 'em, bet you probably work for 'em from 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 and the shirt for 'em OG status, my job's got for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ain't ever search for 'em You know I'm doing, n*gga I'ma do things Getting to the money, I guess I got a few nines, five dimes, only two chains Smoke like Jamaicans, run it I'm Usain Fresh the haircut down to the shoestrings Hoes talk about me, need a new name G the prince, I'm looking like the new king All I do is win so who the losing
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[Verse 2: Childish Bino the dealy, I heard that 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 work it out a sit up I'm feeling a winner, my living be so easy My old girl look Leona, my new look Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi mami give me on my face, Armani helping me lay low D-Money get his name, other n*ggas lame n*ggas used to hate 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 Luda be, was new to me But now we killing paper, f*ck it I just shoot a G Leave your face open like you Breezy, I it Nobody need to see leaking, believe me
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