[Featuring: Steve G.
[Hook: Gambino] Yea, we party the sun up You ain't liking we doing shut up You ain't liking what we shut up We got that life, n*gga one up
[Verse 1: Steve G. F*ck the recession, I'ma this thing 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 d*ck and purp for 'em N*ggas out of line, get a 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 gotta 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 from the haircut down to the shoestrings Hoes about me, I'ma need a new name Steve G the prince, I'm looking like the new All I do is win so who the losing
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[Verse 2: Childish Bino what the dealy, I that flow was silly I heard you was so east side and pussy's your Achilles But really it's time to get up, on that get up Bino lay it and work it out like a sit up I'm feeling a winner, my living be so easy My old girl look Leona, my new girl Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi mami me besos on my face, Armani helping me lay low D-Money get his name, these n*ggas lame These n*ggas to hate me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she don't know where we American Royalty on that yolo Ralph It's that city Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we paper, f*ck it I might just shoot a G Leave your open like you Breezy, I mean it need to see nobody leaking, believe me
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