Luyện nghe bài hát Wat U On

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

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

[Verse 1:
I hit up Moneybagg, we go up
I made a mansion, move my my niggas they
I balanced down and now I'm above
I might hit Magic and go me a dub
Pour mud up, now I'm filled up with suds
with 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 walk in the
So many hunnids, they thought I was cuz
I'm balling,
I need me a sub
Blunt stuffed, looking just 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 first seats (yeah we just boarded)

[Chorus: Gunna & Yo]
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
Got some racks and keep a gun
Gunna, I'm a young Don
Too many losses, a nigga 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 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 money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride
If you ain't getting money, 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 my teeth, right now as I speak (I'm iced out by Johnny)
I to trap off the back porch (backyard)
Now I got stamps on my (global)
I to walk in the front door (then what?)
Finesse 'em and run out the back (gone)

[Verse 4:
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 white with the guts
I'ma ride, I'm the one you can
Homicide niggas in the cut
I a long way from serving that dust
Too many shows, a young booked up

[Chorus: & Moneybagg Yo]
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Got racks and keep a loaded gun
Gunna, I'm a young Don
Too many losses, yeah a won
She take that molly, that Sean Don
Fly that jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking and they like King Kong's
Stack racks up every day of the month
If you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone,
it rain, make 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 getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my

Damn,