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[Intro: Yo]
Tay
Run back, Turbo
Now I pull up in a 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 a loaded gun
Gunna, I'm a young Don
Too many losses, a nigga won
She that molly, drink that Sean Don
Fly private jet to Hong Kong
I'm rocking BAPE and like King 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
a brick for the charm, charm
AP on my arm, arm
If you getting money, what you on, on?
a million just to ride foreign
If you ain't money, what you on, on?
Revenue my palms

[Verse 1:
I hit up Moneybagg, we go up
I made a mansion, move my my niggas stuff
I down and now I'm flying above
I might hit and go throw me a dub
Pour some mud up, now I'm filled up suds
Locked with them and got me a buzz
Golden child, niggas don't wanna
You might can drip, but you drip it like us

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

[Chorus: & Moneybagg Yo]
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Got some racks and a loaded gun
Gunna, I'm a young Don
Too losses, yeah a nigga won
She take that molly, drink that Don
Fly that 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 money, leave me 'lone, 'lone
Make it rain, 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 just to foreign
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Revenue touching my

[Verse 3: Yo]
I know some hittas that's 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 stamps on my (global)
I to walk in the front door (then what?)
'em and run out the back door (gone)

[Verse 4:
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
I'ma ride, I'm the one you can
Homicide niggas 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 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 that private jet to Hong
I'm rocking BAPE and like King Kong's
Stack racks up every day of the month
If you ain't money, leave me 'lone, 'lone
Make it rain, it storm, storm
Half a brick for the charm,
AP on my arm, arm
If you getting money, what you on, on?
Half a million just to ride
If you ain't getting money, you on, on?
Revenue my palms

Damn,