text: Tay Keith
  Run that back, Turbo
  Now I pull up in a foreign, foreign
  Javar said, Pick up that bag, right?
  If you aint getting money, what you on, on?
  If you aint getting money, what you on, on?
  Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
  Gunna Gunna, Im 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
  Im rocking BAPE and they like King Kongs
  Stack them racks up every day of the month
  If you aint 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 aint getting money, what you on, on?
  Half a million just to ride foreign
  If you aint getting money, what you on, on?
  Revenue touching my palms
  I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up
  I made a mansion, move my my niggas they stuff
  I balanced down and now Im flying above
  I might hit Magic and go throw me a dub
  Pour some mud up, now Im filled up with suds
  Locked with them and finally got me a buzz
  Golden child, niggas dont wanna touch
  You might can drip, but you dont drip it like us
  Designer down when I walk in the club
  So many blue hunnids, they thought I was cuz
  Im balling, bitch, fuck, I need me a sub
  Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
  Dont try to come around when you get squeaked, cant fuck with no leech
  Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first class seats 
  If you aint getting money, what you on, on?
  Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
  Gunna Gunna, Im 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
  Im rocking BAPE and they like King Kongs
  Stack them racks up every day of the month
  If you aint 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 aint getting money, what you on, on?
  Half a million just to ride foreign
  If you aint getting money, what you on, on?
  Revenue touching my palms
  I know some hittas thats ready to eat, right now as I speak 
  Im dripping, Im leaking, Im flashing my teeth, right now as I speak 
  I used to trap off the back porch 
  Now I got stamps on my passport 
  I used to walk in the front door 
  Finesse em and run out the back door 
  We the bosses, you cant 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
  Ima ride, Im 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
  If you aint getting money, what you on, on?
  Got some racks and keep a loaded gun
  Gunna Gunna, Im 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
  Im rocking BAPE and they like King Kongs
  Stack them racks up every day of the month
  If you aint 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 aint getting money, what you on, on?
  Half a million just to ride foreign
  If you aint getting money, what you on, on?
  Revenue touching my palms
  Damn, Denaro