[Featuring: Steve G.
[Hook: Childish Yea, we 'til the sun up You ain't 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 thing If you ain't 'em, bet you probably still work for 'em from 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 wanna move, get the trucks and the for 'em OG status, my got perks for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ain't ever gotta for 'em You what I'm doing, n*gga I'ma do things to the money, I guess I got a few things Fifteen nines, five dimes, only two like Jamaicans, run it like I'm Usain Fresh from the down to the shoestrings talk about me, I'ma need a new name Steve G the prince, I'm like the new king All I do is win so who the hell's
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[Verse 2: Gambino] Bino what the dealy, I heard that was silly I heard you was so east side and that your Achilles But really it's time to get up, smoking on 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 girl Leona, my new girl look Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi mami give me on my face, Armani helping me lay low D-Money get his name, other n*ggas lame These used to hate me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she know where we going American Royalty on that Ralph Lauren It's city where Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, f*ck it I might shoot a G Leave face open like you Breezy, I mean it Nobody need to see nobody leaking, me
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