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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?

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

[Verse 1:
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 mud up, now I'm filled up with suds
Locked them and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas wanna touch
You can drip, but you don't drip it like us

[Verse 2: Yo]
Designer down when I walk in the
So many blue hunnids, they I was cuz
I'm balling,
Fuck I me a sub
Blunt stuffed, just 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 first seats (yeah we just boarded)

Gunna & 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, yeah a won
She that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking and they like King Kong's
Stack them up every day of the month
If you getting 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 money, what you on, on?
a million just to ride foreign
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my

[Verse 3: Yo]
I know hittas that's ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, right now)
I'm dripping, I'm leaking, I'm flashing my teeth, right now as I (I'm iced out by Johnny)
I to trap off the back porch (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 over us
Get put in coffin, no more for us
Too foreigns, nothing but options for us
The Spyder with the pecan guts
ride, I'm the one you can trust
Homicide niggas in the cut
I came a long way from that dust
Too many shows, a nigga booked up

[Chorus: & Moneybagg Yo]
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Got racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna, I'm a young Don
Too many losses, a nigga won
She take molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and they 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,
Half a brick for the 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 getting money, you on, on?
Revenue touching my

Damn,