[Featuring: Steve G.
[Hook: Gambino] Yea, we party the sun up You ain't what we doing shut up You ain't liking what we shut up We got that extra life, one up
[Verse 1: Steve G. the recession, I'ma keep this thing going If you ain't know 'em, bet you probably work for 'em Chick from Bermuda, that's I get my work foreign They get paid, I got hard 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 ever gotta search for 'em You know I'm doing, n*gga I'ma do things 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 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: Childish 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 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 girl Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi give me besos Shades on my face, Armani me lay low get his name, these other n*ggas lame These n*ggas to hate me, I guess ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she don't know we going American Royalty on yolo Ralph Lauren that city where Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, f*ck it I might just a G Leave your face open like you Breezy, I it Nobody need to see nobody leaking, me
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