[Featuring: G. Lover]
Childish Gambino] Yea, we 'til the sun up You ain't liking what we doing up You ain't liking what we doing up We got extra life, n*gga one up
[Verse 1: G. Lover] F*ck the recession, I'ma this thing going If you ain't know 'em, bet you still work for 'em from Bermuda, that's right I get my work foreign They get paid, I got hard d*ck and purp for 'em N*ggas out of line, get a shovel in the for 'em N*ggas wanna move, get the trucks and the 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 do things Getting to the money, I guess I got a few Fifteen nines, dimes, only two chains Smoke like Jamaicans, run it like I'm Fresh the haircut down to the shoestrings Hoes about me, I'ma need a new name Steve G the prince, I'm looking 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 it's time to get up, on that get up Bino lay it down and work it out a sit up I'm like a winner, my living be so easy My old girl look Leona, my new 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 n*ggas used to hate me, I guess nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she don't where we going American Royalty on that yolo Ralph It's city where Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, 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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