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

[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 take that molly, drink that Don
Fly private jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and like King Kong's
Stack them racks up every day of the
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?
Half a just to ride 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, my my niggas they stuff
I balanced down and now I'm flying
I might hit Magic and go me a dub
Pour some mud up, now I'm filled up with
Locked them and finally got me a buzz
child, niggas don't wanna touch
You might can drip, but you drip it like us

2: Moneybagg Yo]
Designer down I walk in the club
So many hunnids, they thought I was cuz
I'm balling,
Fuck I me a sub
stuffed, looking just like a nub
Don't try to come around you get squeaked, can't 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 keep a gun
Gunna Gunna, I'm a Don
Too many losses, yeah a won
She take that molly, that Sean Don
Fly that jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and like King Kong's
them racks up every day of the month
If you getting money, leave me 'lone, 'lone
Make it rain, it storm, storm
a brick for the charm, charm
AP on my arm, arm
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
Half a just to ride foreign
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue my palms

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

4: Gunna]
We the bosses, you can't boss us
Get put in coffin, no losses for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but for us
The Spyder with the pecan guts
I'ma ride, I'm the one you can
Homicide niggas in the cut
I came a long way from that dust
Too many shows, a young booked up

Gunna & Moneybagg 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 take molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly private jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and they like Kong's
Stack racks up every day of the month
If you getting money, leave me 'lone, 'lone
Make it rain, it storm, storm
a brick for the charm, 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 getting money, you on, on?
touching my palms

Damn,