On Wat U On Lyrics – Moneybagg Yo ft. GloRilla

[Intro: GloRilla]
(Turn me up YC)
GloRilla, whoo
On the gang, hey
(SkyDiddy)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
F**k my ho, f**k that b!tch
I don't give a f**k 'bout none of this sh!t
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
F**k my n!gga, he ain't sh!t
Boy ain't good for nothing but d!ck
Flodging like you with yo' n!ggas
Pu**y boy, you with that b!tch (What?)

[Bridge: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
Asking me 'bout b!tches in the city
That she think I'm f**king
Look dead in her eyes before I lie
I'd rather tell her nothing
Oh, so you ain't got sh!t to say now, huh? Dumb ass
I rather tell her nothing, smirking in her face
What the f**k funny? Didn't I say change the subject?

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]
Let me know right now (What?)
If there ain't no future us (Why?)
'Cause, one, too close to zero
Got to keep something on tuck (Shh)
She like, "Ew, you do too much" (So?)
I replied, "You don't do enough" (Ho)
Even when we be into it
I can still pull up and f**k (Uh)
Walking straight up out the house
You say I never hug and kiss you
Tyrna see me every weekend (Why?)
Damn, I need space to miss you
Know I love you, bae
Our problems go away when my d!ck in you
When I call myself tryna do sh!t right
Here go another issue (Man)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
F**k my ho, f**k that b!tch
I don't give a f**k 'bout none of this sh!t
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
F**k my n!gga, he ain't sh!t
Boy ain't good for nothing but d!ck
Flodging like you with yo' n!ggas
Pu**y boy, you with that b!tch

[Verse 2: GloRilla]
All that telling folks I'm crazy
Tell 'em how you got me f**ked up
Yo' mama ain't got no daughters
Boy you ain't them b!tches brothers (The f**k?)
Then you told me you that knew the b!tch
But you ain't say you f**ked her (Hm)
Ol' cheating ass, toxic ass
Good d!ck motherf**ker (Hate yo' ass)
With my man today (Hm), back outside tomorrow (Yeah)
I be done with him today then be at his house tomorrow
I be busting out the windows
Got 'em switching up his cars
He won't find sh!t in my phone
But them lil' pictures of his card
Constantly bringing up my ex and sh!t
He must want me to go back (Huh?)
I could really pop my sh!t for real
But I don't think he know that (Can't know that)
Cut that n!gga off for good to show him that I'm on that
And he'll never, ever, ever, ever get his ho back (On gang)

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & GloRilla]
F**k my ho, f**k that b!tch
I don't give a f**k 'bout none of this sh!t
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
F**k my n!gga, he ain't sh!t
Boy ain't good for nothing but d!ck
Flodging like you with yo' n!ggas
Pu**y boy, you with that b!tch
F**k my ho, f**k that b!tch
I don't give a f**k 'bout none of this sh!t
Leave me alone, don't text my phone
It is what it is, I'm on what you on
F**k my n!gga, he ain't sh!t
Boy ain't good for nothing but d!ck
Flodging like you with yo' n!ggas
Pu**y boy, you with that b!tch