[Featuring: Steve G.
[Hook: Childish Yea, we 'til the sun up You liking what we doing shut up You ain't liking what we doing up We got that extra life, one up
1: Steve G. Lover] F*ck the recession, I'ma keep this going If you ain't know 'em, bet you probably work for 'em Chick from Bermuda, 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 move, get the trucks and the shirt for 'em OG status, my job's got for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ain't gotta search for 'em You know what I'm doing, n*gga do things to the money, I guess I got a few things Fifteen nines, five dimes, two chains Smoke like Jamaicans, run it like I'm Fresh from the haircut to the shoestrings Hoes about me, I'ma 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: Gambino] Bino 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 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 Shades on my face, Armani me lay low get his name, these other n*ggas lame These n*ggas to hate me, I guess ain't nothing changed in the Porsche, she don't know where we going American Royalty on that Ralph 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 face open like you Breezy, I mean it Nobody need to see nobody leaking, me
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