Rich the Kid

"Splashin"

[Intro]
I'm havin' dumb money

[Chorus]
Ayy, we can f*ck 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 b*tch, trust no thot (No thot)
Never bring a freak to your spot (Woo!)
Dolce and Gabbana 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 I'm spashin' (Or spashin')
12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' (Skrt!)
How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again)
b*tches 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 mix match (I might mix match)
When I f*ck her, you can get your b*tch back (Get your b*tch 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 b*tches 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 f*ck, I decline that (Decline!)
Look at my b*tch, she a dimebag (b*tch!)
Look at my pinky, it's a waterslide (It's a waterslide)
Rich Forever, come and see the money side (Rich!)

[Chorus]
We can f*ck 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 b*tch, trust no thot (No thot)
Never bring a brick to your spot (Woo!)
Dolce and Gabbana 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 I'm spashin' (Or spashin')
12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' (Skrt!)
How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again)
b*tches 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 Benz truck? (Skrt, skrt)
b*tches wanna f*ck, 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 di*k, tell her kiss that (Kiss that)
She just want a n*gga 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 f*ck 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 b*tch, trust no thot (No thot)
Never bring a brick to your spot (Woo!)
Dolce and Gabbana 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 I'm spashin' (Or spashin')
12, they can't catch me when I'm passin' (Skrt!)
How you got a check and went broke again? (Went broke again)
b*tches 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)

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