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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 ain't money, what you on, on?

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

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

[Verse 2: Yo]
Designer down when I in the club
So many hunnids, they thought I was cuz
I'm balling,
I need me a sub
Blunt stuffed, looking like a nub
Don't try to come when you get squeaked, can't fuck with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats (yeah we boarded)

[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 losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink Sean Don
Fly private jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and they like Kong's
Stack them up every day of the month
If you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone,
Make it rain, it storm, storm
Half a for the charm, charm
AP on my arm, arm
If you ain't 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 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 speak (I'm out by Johnny)
I used to off the back porch (backyard)
Now I got on my passport (global)
I to walk 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 losses for us
Too foreigns, nothing but options for us
The Spyder white the pecan guts
I'ma ride, I'm the one you can
niggas stay in the cut
I a long way from serving that dust
Too many shows, a young booked up

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

Damn,