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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?

Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain't getting money, 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 like Kong's
Stack racks up every day of the month
If you ain't getting money, me 'lone, '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 million to ride 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, move my my they stuff
I balanced and now I'm flying above
I might hit and go throw me a dub
Pour some mud up, now I'm up with suds
Locked them and finally got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas 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 blue hunnids, they I was cuz
I'm balling,
I need me a sub
Blunt stuffed, just like a nub
Don't try to around when 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 getting money, you on, on?
Got racks and keep a loaded 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 BAPE and they like King Kong's
Stack them racks up day of the month
If you ain't getting money, 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 million to ride foreign
If you getting money, what you on, on?
touching my palms

[Verse 3: Yo]
I some 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, now as I speak (I'm iced out by Johnny)
I used to trap off the porch (backyard)
Now I got on my passport (global)
I used to in the front door (then what?)
Finesse 'em and run out the door (gone)

[Verse 4:
We the bosses, you can't boss us
Get put in coffin, no more for us
Too many foreigns, nothing but 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 young nigga up

[Chorus: & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain't 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 that molly, that Sean Don
Fly that private jet to Kong
I'm BAPE and they like King Kong's
Stack them racks up every day of the
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?
Half a million to ride foreign
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my

Damn,