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[Intro: Yo]
Tay
Run back, Turbo
Now I up in a foreign, foreign
Javar said, "pick up bag", right?
If you getting money, what you on, on?

[Chorus: & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and a loaded gun
Gunna Gunna, I'm a Don
Too losses, yeah a nigga won
She take molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Hong
I'm rocking BAPE and they like Kong's
them racks up every day of the month
If you getting money, leave me 'lone, '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 million just to foreign
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my

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

[Verse 2: Yo]
Designer down when I walk in the
So blue hunnids, they thought 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, can't with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class (yeah we just boarded)

[Chorus: & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
Got racks 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 that private jet to Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and they like Kong's
Stack them racks up day of the month
If you ain't money, leave me 'lone, '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 just to ride foreign
If you ain't getting money, 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?)
'em and run out the back door (gone)

[Verse 4:
We the bosses, you can't over us
Get put in coffin, no losses for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but for us
The Spyder white with the pecan
I'ma ride, I'm the one you can
Homicide stay in the cut
I came a long way from serving that
Too many shows, a young nigga 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, yeah a won
She take that molly, drink that Don
Fly that private jet to Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and they King Kong's
Stack them racks up every day of the
If you ain't getting money, me 'lone, 'lone
Make it rain, make it storm,
a brick for the charm, charm
AP on my arm, arm
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Half a million to ride foreign
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
Revenue my palms

Damn,