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LYRICFLUENTSplashin Lyrics by Rich The Kid
Below, you will find the lyrics for Splashin by Rich The Kid.
I'm havin' dumb money
Ayy, we can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks
Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top
I can't love a bitch, trust no thot
Never bring a freak to your spot
Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops
I don't do no relaxing
Run up 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 got a check and went broke again?
Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em
Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em
Off-White with the Gucci, I might mix-match
When I fuck her, you can get your bitch 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 a hundred-thousand in my backpack?
Why these bitches think we can come in contact?
This is my drank, this ain't cognac
You ain't get a milli, why you sign that?
She wanna fuck, I decline that
Look at my bitch, she a dimebag
Look at my pinky, it's a waterslide
Rich Forever, come and see the money side
We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks
Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top
I can't love a bitch, trust no thot
Never bring a freak to your spot
Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops
I don't do no relaxing
Run up 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 got a check and went broke again?
Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em
Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em
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 two-fifty from my neck up?
How I made it from the hood to a Bent truck?
Bitches wanna fuck, I got them lined up
How you with the gang but you ain't signed up?
Pull out my dick, tell her kiss that
She just want a nigga with a big sack
Pull out the choppa, we in combat
Touchdown on the plug like a lineback
We can fuck lil' mama, I can't lip lock
Gucci, spent a hunnid on some new socks
Coulda bought a crib, bought a drop top
I can't love a bitch, trust no thot
Never bring a freak to your spot
Dolce and Gabanna on my flip flops
I don't do no relaxing
Run up 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 got a check and went broke again?
Bitches wanting clout and I ain't kissin' 'em
Since I first got them hundreds, I've been flippin' 'em
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