[Featuring: G. Lover]
[Hook: Gambino] Yea, we 'til the sun up You liking what we doing shut up You ain't liking what we doing 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 from Bermuda, that's right I get my work They get paid, I got hard 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 got perks for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ain't ever gotta 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 from 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 hell's
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[Verse 2: Gambino] Bino what the dealy, I heard that was silly I heard you was so east side and that 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 like a winner, my living be so easy My old girl look Leona, my new girl Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi mami give me on my face, Armani helping me lay low D-Money get his name, these n*ggas lame These n*ggas used to me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she don't know where we American on that yolo Ralph Lauren It's that city where be, stunting was new to me But now we paper, f*ck 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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