[Featuring: G. Lover]
[Hook: Gambino] Yea, we party the sun up You liking what we doing shut up You ain't liking what we shut up We got that life, n*gga one up
1: Steve G. Lover] F*ck the recession, I'ma keep this going If you ain't know 'em, bet you probably still for 'em Chick Bermuda, that's right I get my work foreign They don't get paid, I got hard and purp for 'em N*ggas out of line, get a in the dirt for 'em N*ggas wanna move, get the trucks and the for 'em OG status, my job's got for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ever gotta search for 'em You know what I'm doing, n*gga I'ma do to the money, I guess I got a few things Fifteen nines, dimes, only two chains Smoke like Jamaicans, run it like I'm from the haircut down to the shoestrings Hoes talk about me, I'ma 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 what the dealy, I heard flow was silly I heard you was so east side and that pussy's your But really time to get up, smoking 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 look Leona, my new look Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi give me besos Shades on my face, helping me lay low D-Money get his name, these n*ggas lame These n*ggas to hate me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she know where we going Royalty on that yolo Ralph Lauren It's that city Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, f*ck it I just shoot a G Leave your open like you Breezy, I mean it Nobody to see nobody leaking, believe me
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