Wat U On (feat. Gunna)

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?

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 **** won

She take that molly, drink that Sean Don

Fly that private jet to Hong Kong

I'm rocking Bathing Ape like King Kong

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

I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up

I made a mansion, move my **** 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, **** don't wanna touch

You might can drip, but you don't drip it like us

Designer down when I walk in the club

So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz

I'm balling, bitch, fuck I need with 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

Can't fuck with no leech

Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats

Yeah, we just boarded

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 **** won

She take that molly, drink that Sean Don

Fly that private jet to Hong Kong

I'm rocking Bathing Ape like King Kong

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

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)

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 **** stay in the cut

I came a long way from serving that dust

Too many shows, a young **** booked up

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 **** won

She take that molly, drink that Sean Don

Fly that private jet to Hong Kong

I'm rocking Bathing Ape like King Kong

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

Damn, Denaro