Wat U On

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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 ni*** 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
F*** (?)
Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
Don’t try to come around when you get squeaked, can’t f*** with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats

[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 ni*** 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 ni*** 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 ni*** 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