Can’t Touch This Lyrics by Molly Santana
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Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this
So cutthroat, I need all my diamonds princess cut (Can’t touch this)
They know my name, it ain’t no need for introduction (Touch this)
The way she lookin’, I can tell she wanna touch (Touch this)
Ice encrusted pavé diamonds, this shit bussin’ (Touch this)
You see them shottas ’round me, think before you clutch it (Touch this)
I stay with that cash on me like Kardashian (Can’t touch this)
Dodgin’ them feds out, movin’ them meds around (Can’t touch this)
Shawty really gained her weight, shawty really held it down (Can’t touch this)
(Frrt, frrt, beep) Can’t touch this
(Frrt, frrt, beep, beep) Can’t touch this
(Frrt, frrt, uh, yeah) Can’t touch this (Beep)
(Frrt, frrt, uh, yeah) Can’t touch this (Beep, beep)
Walk in, then I’m walkin’ ’em down
Stats in, ain’t no countin’ me out (Uh)
Molly really out doin’ numbers
Think they lost, niggas lost count (Uh, uh)
Pussy-ass nigga, stop talkin’
Go and show us what a hit ’bout (Yeah, yeah)
Let me hear where your hits now (Yeah, yeah)
Is them shows really sellin’ out? (Yeah, yeah)
I go and break new records
You can’t even sell your fucking record
Please show me who you influence
Name a bitch better, I ain’t met her
I’m doin’ numbers on numbers
On numbers, on numbers, on numbers
On numbers, on numbers (Numbers)
I know these bitches ain’t ready for Molly to come in the game and fuck up the summer
I been lookin’ for revenge, lookin’ for revenge, lookin’ for revenge
Uh, summer ’26, ’bout to leave all these niggas on a bench
I be puttin’ up shots, I’m puttin’ up digits
Uh, back-to-back black trucks, movin’ like the president
So cutthroat, I need all my diamonds princess cut (Can’t touch this)
They know my name, it ain’t no need for introduction (Touch this)
The way she lookin’, I can tell she wanna touch (Touch this)
Ice encrusted pavé diamonds, this shit bussin’ (Touch this)
(Frrt, frrt, beep) Can’t touch this
(Frrt, frrt, beep, beep) Can’t touch this
(Frrt, frrt, uh, yeah) Can’t touch this (Beep)
(Frrt, frrt, uh, yeah) Can’t touch this (Beep, beep)
You can’t touch me, you can’t blame me
On my own, yeah, that’s the way it’s gonna stay, be (Beep, beep)
I don’t owe you, you ain’t make me
And all these niggas out here know you movin’ shady (Beep, beep)
Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this