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[Intro: Yo]
Tay
Run that back,
Now I pull up in a foreign,
said, "pick up that bag", right?
If you ain't money, what you on, on?

[Chorus: Gunna & Yo]
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a gun
Gunna Gunna, I'm a Don
Too losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Don
Fly private jet to Hong Kong
I'm BAPE and they like King Kong's
Stack racks up every day of the month
If you ain't money, leave me 'lone, 'lone
Make it rain, make it storm,
a brick for the charm, charm
AP on my arm, arm
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
a million just to ride foreign
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
touching my palms

[Verse 1:
I hit up Moneybagg, we go up
I made a mansion, move my my niggas stuff
I balanced and now I'm flying above
I might hit and go throw me a dub
Pour mud up, now I'm filled up with suds
Locked with and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, don't wanna touch
You might can drip, but you drip it like us

[Verse 2: Yo]
Designer down when I in the club
So many blue hunnids, they I was cuz
I'm balling,
Fuck I me a sub
Blunt stuffed, looking like a nub
Don't try to come around when you get squeaked, fuck with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two class seats (yeah we just boarded)

Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and a loaded gun
Gunna, I'm a young Don
Too many losses, a nigga won
She that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and they King Kong's
them racks up every day of the month
If you ain't money, leave me 'lone, 'lone
it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a for the charm, charm
AP on my arm, arm
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Half a just to ride foreign
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue my palms

[Verse 3: Yo]
I know some hittas that's ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, now)
I'm dripping, I'm leaking, I'm flashing my teeth, right now as I (I'm iced out by Johnny)
I used to trap off the porch (backyard)
Now I got stamps on my (global)
I used to walk in the front (then what?)
Finesse 'em and run out the door (gone)

[Verse 4:
We the bosses, you can't over us
Get put in coffin, no losses for us
Too foreigns, nothing but options for us
The Spyder white with the pecan
I'ma ride, I'm the one you can
niggas stay in the cut
I came a long way serving that dust
Too shows, a young nigga booked up

[Chorus: & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a gun
Gunna Gunna, I'm a Don
Too many losses, a nigga won
She take molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and they like King
Stack racks up every day of the month
If you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone,
Make it rain, make it storm,
Half a brick for the charm,
AP on my arm, arm
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Half a just to ride foreign
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
touching my palms

Damn,