Moneybagg Yo - Wat U On (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Moneybagg Yo - Wat U On (en) Lyrics
Tay keith
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?
Got some racks and
keep a loaded gun
Gunna gunna I'm 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
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
Half a million just
to ride foreign
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
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
Designer down when
I walk in the club
So many blue hunnids they
thought I was cuz
I'm balling bitch
Fuck I need what is up
Blunt stuffed looking
just like a nub
Don't try to come around
when you get squeaked
Can't fuck with no leech
Me and gunna on the way to yo
city two first class seats
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 niggas
stay in the cut
I came a long way from
serving that dust
Too many shows a young
nigga booked up
Damn dinero
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