[Featuring: Steve G.
[Hook: Childish Yea, we party the sun up You ain't what we doing shut up You ain't liking what we doing up We got that life, n*gga one up
[Verse 1: G. Lover] the recession, I'ma keep this thing going If you ain't know 'em, bet you probably still for 'em Chick from Bermuda, that's 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 got perks for 'em Money, clothes, hoes, you ain't gotta search for 'em You know what I'm doing, n*gga I'ma do Getting to the money, I I got a few things Fifteen nines, dimes, only two chains Smoke like Jamaicans, run it I'm Usain Fresh the haircut down to the shoestrings Hoes talk about me, I'ma need a new 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 what the dealy, I heard that flow was I you was so east side and that pussy's your Achilles But really it's time to get up, smoking on get up lay it down and work it out like a sit up I'm feeling like a winner, my living be so My old girl look Leona, my new girl Ukemi So illy, I got espressos, mi mami give me Shades on my face, Armani me lay low D-Money get his name, these other n*ggas n*ggas used 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 where be, stunting was new to me But now we killing paper, f*ck it I just shoot a G Leave face open like you Breezy, I mean it Nobody need to see leaking, believe me
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