[Featuring: G. Lover]
Childish Gambino] Yea, we party the sun up You ain't liking what we shut 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 going If you ain't know 'em, bet you probably still for 'em from 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 shovel in the 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 ever 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, five dimes, only two Smoke Jamaicans, run it like I'm Usain Fresh from the down to the shoestrings Hoes talk about me, 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 the dealy, I heard that flow was silly I heard you was so east side and pussy's your Achilles But it's time to get up, smoking on that 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 give me besos Shades on my face, helping me lay low get his name, these other n*ggas lame These n*ggas used to hate me, I ain't nothing changed Shotgun in the Porsche, she know where we going American Royalty on that yolo Ralph It's that where Luda be, stunting was new to me But now we paper, f*ck it I might just shoot a G Leave your face like you Breezy, I mean it need to see nobody leaking, believe me
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