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

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, a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Don
Fly that 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 getting money, me 'lone, 'lone
Make it rain, 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 just to ride
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
Revenue touching my

1: Gunna]
I hit up Moneybagg, we go up
I made a mansion, move my my 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 up with suds
Locked them and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas don't touch
You can drip, but you don't drip it like us

2: Moneybagg Yo]
Designer down when I in the club
So many blue hunnids, they I was cuz
I'm balling,
Fuck I me a sub
stuffed, looking just 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 class seats (yeah we just boarded)

[Chorus: Gunna & 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 take 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
Half a for the charm, charm
AP on my arm, arm
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
Half a million just to foreign
If you getting money, what you on, on?
touching my palms

[Verse 3: 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 porch (backyard)
Now I got on my passport (global)
I used to walk in the door (then what?)
'em and run out the back door (gone)

[Verse 4:
We the bosses, you boss over us
Get put in coffin, no losses for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but for us
The Spyder white the pecan guts
ride, I'm the one you can trust
Homicide stay in the cut
I came a long way serving that dust
Too many shows, a young booked up

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 take that molly, drink Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Kong
I'm rocking and they like King Kong's
Stack them up every day of the month
If you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone,
it rain, make it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm,
AP on my arm, arm
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
Half a million to ride foreign
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
touching my palms

Damn,