[Featuring: Steve G.
Childish Gambino] Yea, we party the sun up You ain't liking we doing shut up You liking what we doing shut up We got that extra life, one up
[Verse 1: Steve G. F*ck the recession, I'ma this thing going If you know 'em, bet you probably still work for 'em Chick from Bermuda, that's right I get my foreign They don't get paid, I got 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 gotta search for 'em You know what I'm doing, n*gga I'ma do Getting to the money, I guess I got a few Fifteen nines, dimes, only two chains Smoke Jamaicans, run it like I'm Usain Fresh from the 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 hell's
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[Verse 2: Gambino] Bino what the dealy, I heard that flow was I heard you was so east side and that pussy's Achilles But really time to get up, smoking 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 look Leona, my new girl look Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi mami me besos on my face, Armani helping me lay low D-Money get his name, other n*ggas lame These n*ggas used to me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she don't where we going 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 your face open like you Breezy, I mean it Nobody need to see nobody leaking, me
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