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[Intro: Yo]
Tay
Run that back,
Now I up in a foreign, 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 and keep a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I'm a Don
Too losses, yeah a nigga won
She that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and they like Kong's
them racks up every day of the month
If you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone,
Make it rain, it storm, storm
a brick for the charm, charm
AP on my arm, arm
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million to ride foreign
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
touching my palms

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

[Verse 2: Yo]
Designer down when I walk in the
So many blue hunnids, thought I was cuz
I'm balling,
I need 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 on the way to yo city, two first class seats (yeah we just boarded)

Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Got some and keep a loaded gun
Gunna, I'm a young Don
Too many losses, a nigga won
She that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly private 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, me 'lone, 'lone
it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm,
AP on my arm, arm
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Half a million to ride foreign
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my

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

[Verse 4:
We the bosses, you can't boss us
Get put in coffin, no losses for us
Too many foreigns, but options for us
The Spyder white the pecan guts
I'ma ride, I'm the one you can
Homicide stay in the cut
I came a way from serving that dust
Too shows, a young nigga booked up

[Chorus: & Moneybagg Yo]
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Got some and keep a loaded gun
Gunna, I'm a young Don
Too many losses, a nigga won
She that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly private jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and they King Kong's
Stack them up every day of the month
If you getting money, leave me 'lone, 'lone
it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm,
AP on my arm, arm
If you getting money, what you on, on?
a million just to ride foreign
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue my palms

Damn,