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