Splashin

I'm havin' dumb money Chorus Ayy, we can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock I can't what Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks New socks Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top Skrt, skrt I can't love a bitch, trust no thot No thot Never bring a freak to your spot Woo Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing Relaxing Run up the bag, get the cash in Racks Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' Or splashin' 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' Skrt How you got a check and went broke again Went broke again Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em I ain't kissin' 'em Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em Flippin' 'em Verse 1 Off-White with the Gucci, I might mismatch I might mismatch When I fuck her, you can get your bitch back Get your bitch back What the hell she was thinking I can't kiss that Why the hell Why she ask me where the hell I got my wrist at Got my wrist at Why the hell a hundred-thousand in my backpack In my backpack Why these bitches think that we can come in contact Come in contact This is my drank, this ain't cognac This ain't cognac You ain't get a milli, why you sign that Why you sign that She wanna fuck, I decline that Decline Look at my bitch, she a dimebag Bitch Look at my pinky, it's a waterslide It's a waterslide Rich Forever, come and see the money side Rich Chorus We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock I can't what Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks New socks Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top Skrt, skrt I can't love a bitch, trust no thot No thot Never bring a freak to your spot Woo Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing Relaxing Run up the bag, get the cash in Racks Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' Or splashin' 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' Skrt How you got a check and went broke again Went broke again Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em I ain't kissin' 'em Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em Flippin' 'em Verse 2 I flip the money, got my check up Got my check up I'm flexing up, but I'm no wrestler Flex Blue cheese pockets got the extras The extras I stack the money up like Tetris Tetris How I got two-fifty from my neck up Neck up, ice How I made it from the hood to a Bent truck Skrt, skrt Bitches wanna fuck, I got them lined up Lined up How you with the gang but you ain't signed up You ain't signed up Pull out my dick, tell her kiss that Kiss that She just want a nigga with a big sack With a big sack Pull out the choppa, we in combat Yah Touchdown on the plug like a lineback Rich Chorus We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock I can't what Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks New socks Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top Skrt, skrt I can't love a bitch, trust no thot No thot Never bring a freak to your spot Woo Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops I don't do no relaxing Relaxing Run up the bag, get the cash in Racks Fendi, am I drippin' or splashin' Or splashin' 12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' Skrt How you got a check and went broke again Went broke again Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em I ain't kissin' 'em Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em Flippin' 'em