[Featuring: Steve G.
[Hook: Gambino] Yea, we 'til the sun up You ain't liking we doing shut up You ain't what we doing shut up We got that extra life, one up
1: Steve G. Lover] F*ck the recession, keep this thing going If you ain't 'em, bet you probably still 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 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 job's got for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ever gotta search for 'em You know I'm doing, n*gga I'ma do things Getting to the money, I guess I got a few Fifteen nines, 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 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: Gambino] what the dealy, I heard that flow was silly I heard you was so east side and 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 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, other n*ggas lame n*ggas used to hate me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she don't know we going American Royalty on that yolo Lauren It's that where Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we paper, f*ck it I might just shoot a G Leave your face open you Breezy, I mean it Nobody need to see leaking, believe me
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