[Featuring: Steve G.
Childish Gambino] Yea, we 'til the sun up You ain't liking what we doing up You ain't liking we doing shut 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 Bermuda, that's right I get my work 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 move, get the trucks and the shirt for 'em OG status, my job's got 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 I got a few things nines, five dimes, only two chains Smoke like Jamaicans, run it I'm Usain 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 hell's
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[Verse 2: Childish Bino what the dealy, I heard that was silly 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 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 other lame These n*ggas to hate me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she know where we going American Royalty on that yolo Lauren It's that city Luda 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 Nobody to see nobody leaking, believe me
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