Splashin Lyrics Rich The Kid
Ay, we can *** lil mama, I can’t lip-lock
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks
Coulda bought a crib, I bought a drop top
I can’t love a b**ch, trust no ***
Never bring a freak to your spot
Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops
I don’t do no relaxing
Run a bag, get the cash in
Fendi, am I drippin or I’m splashin’
12, they can’t catch me when I’m passin
How you get a check and went broke again
*** wanting clout and I ain’t kissin’ ’em
Since I first got them hundreds
I’ve been whippin’ them
Off-White with the Gucci, I might mix-match
When I *** her, you can get your b**ch back
What the hell she was thinking I can’t kiss that
Why she ask me where the hell I got my wrist at
Why the hell 100,000 in my backpack
Why these b**ches think we can come in contact
This is my drank, this ain’t congac
You ain’t get a milli, why you sign that
She wanna ***, I decline that
Look at my ***, she a dimebag
Look at my pinky, it’s a waterslide
Rich Forever, come and see the money side
Ay, we can *** lil mama, I can’t lip-lock
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks
Coulda bought a crib, I bought a drop top
I can’t love a b**ch, trust no ***
Never bring a freak to your spot
Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops
I don’t do no relaxing
Run a bag, get the cash in
Fendi, am I drippin or I’m splashin’
12, they can’t catch me when I’m passin
How you get a check and went broke again
*** wanting clout and I ain’t kissin’ ’em
Since I first got them hundreds
I’ve been whippin’ them
I flip the money got my check up
I’m flexing up, but I’m no wrestler
Blue cheese pockets, got the extras
I stack the money up like Tetris
How I got 250 from my neck up
How I made it from the hood to a Bent truck
*** wanna ***, I got ’em lined up
How you with the gang but you ain’t signed up
Pull out my ***, tell her kiss that
She just want a n**ga with a big sack
Pull out the choppa, we in combat
Touchdown on the plug like a lineback
Ay, we can *** lil mama, I can’t lip-lock
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks
Coulda bought a crib, I bought a drop top
I can’t love a b**ch, trust no ***
Never bring a freak to your spot
Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops
I don’t do no relaxing
Run a bag, get the cash in
Fendi, am I drippin or I’m splashin’
12, they can’t catch me when I’m passin
How you get a check and went broke again
*** wanting clout and I ain’t kissin’ ’em
Since I first got them hundreds
I’ve been whippin’ them…
