Wat U On

[Intro: Moneybagg Yo] Tay Keith Run that back, Turbo Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign Javar said, "Pick up that bag," right? If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? [Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo] If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? Got some racks and keep a loaded gun Gunna Gunna, I'm a young Don Too many losses, yeah a nigga won She take that molly, drink that Sean Don Fly that private jet to Hong Kong I'm rocking BAPE and they like King Kong's Stack them racks up every day of the month If you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone, 'lone Make it rain, make it storm, storm Half a brick for the charm, charm Flooded AP on my arm, arm If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? Half a million just to ride foreign If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? Revenue touching my palms [Verse 1: Gunna] I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up I made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuff I balanced down and now I'm flying above I might hit Magic and go throw me a dub Pour some mud up, now I'm filled up with suds Locked with them and finally got me a buzz Golden child, niggas don't wanna touch You might can drip, but you don't drip it like us [Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo] Designer down when I walk in the club So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz I'm balling, bitch Fuck I need me a sub Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub Don't try to come around 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 just boarded) [Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo] If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? Got some racks and keep a loaded gun Gunna Gunna, I'm a young Don Too many losses, yeah a nigga won She take that molly, drink that Sean Don Fly that private jet to Hong Kong I'm rocking BAPE and they like King Kong's Stack them racks up every day of the month If you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone, 'lone Make it rain, make it storm, storm Half a brick for the charm, charm Flooded AP on my arm, arm If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? Half a million just to ride foreign If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? Revenue touching my palms [Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo] I know 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, right now as I speak (I'm iced out by Johnny) I used to trap off the back porch (backyard) Now I got stamps on my passport (global) I used to walk in the front door (then what?) Finesse 'em and run out the back door (gone) [Verse 4: Gunna] We the bosses, you can't boss over us Get put in coffin, no more losses for us Too many foreigns, nothing but options for us The Spyder white with the pecan guts I'ma ride, I'm the one you can trust Homicide niggas stay in the cut I came a long way from serving that dust Too many shows, a young nigga booked up [Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo] If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? Got some racks and keep a loaded gun Gunna Gunna, I'm a young Don Too many losses, yeah a nigga won She take that molly, drink that Sean Don Fly that private jet to Hong Kong I'm rocking BAPE and they like King Kong's Stack them racks up every day of the month If you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone, 'lone Make it rain, make it storm, storm Half a brick for the charm, charm Flooded AP on my arm, arm If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? Half a million just to ride foreign If you ain't getting money, what you on, on? Revenue touching my palms [Outro] Damn, Denaro