Tay KeithRun that back, TurboNow I pull up in a foreign, foreignJavar 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 gunGunna Gunna, I'm a young DonToo many losses, yeah a nigga wonShe take that molly, drink that Sean DonFly that private jet to Hong KongI'm rocking BAPE and they like King Kong'sStack them racks up every day of the monthIf you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone, 'loneMake it rain, make it storm, stormHalf a brick for the charm, charmFlooded AP on my arm, armIf you ain't getting money, what you on, on?Half a million just to ride foreignIf you ain't getting money, what you on, on?Revenue touching my palmsI hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go upI made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuffI balanced down and now I'm flying aboveI might hit Magic and go throw me a dubPour some mud up, now I'm filled up with sudsLocked with them and finally got me a buzzGolden child, niggas don't wanna touchYou might can drip, but you don't drip it like usDesigner down when I walk in the clubSo many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuzI'm balling, bitchFuck [?]Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nubDon't try to come around when you get squeaked, can't fuck with no leechMe and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seatsIf you ain't getting money, what you on, on?Got some racks and keep a loaded gunGunna Gunna, I'm a young DonToo many losses, yeah a nigga wonShe take that molly, drink that Sean DonFly that private jet to Hong KongI'm rocking BAPE and they like King Kong'sStack them racks up every day of the monthIf you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone, 'loneMake it rain, make it storm, stormHalf a brick for the charm, charmFlooded AP on my arm, armIf you ain't getting money, what you on, on?Half a million just to ride foreignIf you ain't getting money, what you on, on?Revenue touching my palmsI 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 usGet put in coffin, no more losses for usToo many foreigns, nothing but options for usThe Spyder white with the pecan gutsI'ma ride, I'm the one you can trustHomicide niggas stay in the cutI came a long way from serving that dustToo many shows, a young nigga booked upIf you ain't getting money, what you on, on?Got some racks and keep a loaded gunGunna Gunna, I'm a young DonToo many losses, yeah a nigga wonShe take that molly, drink that Sean DonFly that private jet to Hong KongI'm rocking BAPE and they like King Kong'sStack them racks up every day of the monthIf you ain't getting money, leave me 'lone, 'loneMake it rain, make it storm, stormHalf a brick for the charm, charmFlooded AP on my arm, armIf you ain't getting money, what you on, on?Half a million just to ride foreignIf you ain't getting money, what you on, on?Revenue touching my palmsDamn, Denaro