What We On

[Intro] (Billboard Hitmakers) [Verse 1: Gunna] You niggas be talkin' and tellin' Your bitch wanna rub on my belly My lil' nigga young, he a felon But he know how to count up that fetti I want a new Rollie, the Presi' I'ma go ice out the bezel I went to go find me a treasure I flip them hoes up in the shuttle A young nigga rich out the ghetto I bought some more clips, got some ammo I walked in the room, smell like Coco (Chanel) I found me a plug for the low-low My bro got them bricks in the condo It's filled up with shooters like Rondo I came a long way from thе bando Now it's touch-screen all over the panel Now niggas wan' act likе its ani' And I feel like Tony Montana They see me, they start gettin' anger But I don't really think they want danger I walked in the club with a banger I stay in the 'yo makin' bangers You might walk in the room and get strangled Nigga don't act like a stranger [Verse 2: Winn] All my diamonds, they dancin' and glisten Know them keys like my name Stevie Wonder Take a trip and come back with them pigeons Had to grind all my life through the summer Know we wit' it, we wit' it, we wit' it Whatever you in, yeah, we on it We gon' get it, and stack it, no limits Then hand the toy down to my son Through my veins, I'ma hustler in nature I can't stop till I'm gone, oh, no, no Until then, I be grindin' and stackin' Went to school, never asked for no loan I had twenty-two thousand in the mattress And a hundred plays blowin' up my phone You a country boy, then gotta tax you It gon' triple up when you get home I be shittin' on these niggas, need a lesson I sip lean, you can hear by my tone Grandma asked me "Baby, why you be saggin?” I just caught me a jugg from my phone I rock Gucci, and wallet chain swangin' I'm an entrepreneur, I own You can call it a on-the-go business But I run everything from my phone [Chorus: Gunna] Whatever you with it, we on Whatever you with it, we on I work everything off my phone Whatever you with it, we on Whatever you with it, we on And I got my jewelry on Whatever you with it, we on Whatever you with it, we on [Verse 3: Gunna] I still got some bags in the city She fuck me, gon' handle her business You can't talk while you walk, nigga listen Twenty chains on my neck, this shit glisten Said you grew up a peon, a peasant And still tryna teach you a lesson That little shit you doin' ain't impressive' Go to Lennox and buy you a Tesla [Verse 4: Winn] Used to play on the playground with Pimpin Till I found out he had all the P's Introduced me to Pedro and Stan Help me stack it, I chased all my dreams [Verse 5: Gunna] The label wan' offer a million I'ma look out for my children I could sure use the hand if they lent it But I might just stay independent [Verse 6: Winn] Fuckin' right, I'ma get all my money We ain't worry about these bitches, we greedy Remember them day we were hungry Mama call me, my family need me [Verse 7: Gunna] I hope everything copacetic We gon' stay focused and ready Can't fuck with you bro if you petty I just wan' stack up and get it [Verse: 8 Winn] Man, I know these lil' niggas be jealous It just be hatred and envy We gon' go get it and mail it We gon' go pack it and seal it Know we flyer than all of these niggas They mad 'cause we takin' they bitch I'ma hustle me up like nine figures And leave it to all of my children Hustle me up like nine figures Hustle me up like nine figures Leave it to all of my children [Outro: Winn] Woo, young Winn, gun Young nigga, boss nigga, self-made, you understand? Got my own, everything Own drip, own drip, you understand? Own money, count up, triple flip Post it up, every day Pull up, serve a nigga, where you stay? Yeah, lay a nigaa where he lay If a nigga play, then he lay, huh Eh