[Featuring: Steve G.
Childish 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
[Verse 1: Steve G. F*ck the recession, I'ma keep this going If you ain't know 'em, bet you probably work for 'em Chick Bermuda, that's right I get my work foreign They get paid, I got hard d*ck and purp 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 got perks for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ain't ever search for 'em You know what I'm doing, I'ma do things to the money, I guess I got a few things Fifteen nines, dimes, only two chains Smoke like Jamaicans, run it like I'm Fresh from the down to the shoestrings talk 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 hell's
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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 it's time to get up, on that get up lay it down and work it out like a sit up I'm feeling a winner, my living be so easy My old girl Leona, my new girl look Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi mami me besos Shades on my face, Armani me lay low get his name, these other n*ggas lame These used to hate me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she don't know where we American Royalty on that Ralph Lauren It's that city where be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, f*ck it I might just a G Leave your face open you Breezy, I mean it Nobody need to see leaking, believe me
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