Splashin (Trap Symphony Version) Rich The Kid

[Chorus]
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 Gabbana on my flip flops
I don't do no relaxing
Run up the 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

[Verse 1]
Off-White with the Gucci, I might mitch 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 that 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