Gunna - Wat U On

Song Rating: 7.76/10

Song lyrics:

[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 aint getting money, what you on, on?

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
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 n***a 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

[Verse 1: Gunna]
I hit up Moneybagg, we gotta go up
I made a mansion, move my my n***as 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, n***as dont wanna touch
You might can drip, but you dont 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
Im balling, b**h
f** [?]
Blunt stuffed, looking just like a nub
Dont try to come around when you get squeaked, cant f** with no leech
Me and Gunna on the way to yo city, two first cla** seats

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
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 n***a 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

[Verse 3: Moneybagg Yo]
I know some hittas thats ready to eat, right now as I speak (right now, right now)
Im dripping, Im leaking, Im flashing my teeth, right now as I speak (Im iced out by Johnny)
I used to trap off the back porch (backyard)
Now I got stamps on my pa**port (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 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 n***as stay in the cut
I came a long way from serving that dust
Too many shows, a young n***a booked up

[Chorus: Gunna & Moneybagg Yo]
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 n***a 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

[Outro]
Damn, Denaro

Date of text publication: 17.01.2021 at 12:13