Splat - Club Mix

Lyrics

Why you sayin' all that
 You're talkin' too much. Money talks, don't talk back
 I've been grindin' like a train on tracks
 Used to go for broke, we had to change all that
 Blood, sweat and tears for years, that's big facts
 The foundation yeah we laid all that
 Stay up in your lane, never change, fall back
 Got the top missin', like the brains went splat
 Keep doin' the most, we gon' do the minimal
 Bleach white jays, killin' em like chemicals
 A cryin' shame, all they do is hate
 Steady talkin' sideways, and I'm sittin' identical (Identical)
 What! What Yeah, I did it full
 'Fore I sold packs, had em wrapped individual
 Posted (Posted up) like snapchats from millennials
 Watchin' out for ridicule through my peripheral
 The green rollin', sticky like gorilla glue
 Real Flow. Frenchyy Fresh. Fuckin' with illest two
 Interview with the mob. Who the hell are you
 Real Paid gang, penthouse, killer view
 Way up. Way up. Way up
 On the job if you're hella broke, get your money up
 On the grind if you're sellin' dimes, get ya Mary up
 Everybody stuck in the cell, commissary up. Yeah
 Independent women, get the bag, get it stuffed
 Say's she comin' over just to pop my cherry huh
 So there we was, sippin' cherry tuss
 Got her toes throwin' gang signs, so hilarious
 In the club, everybody's drunk, it's lit as fuck
 Pour a cup, baby show some love, if you know what's up
 Are you a board left out in the rain? Why are you bowin' up
 'Cause we're poppin' like a dart hit us,
 after blowin' up (That's a balloon)
 Why you sayin' all that
 You're talkin' too much. Money talks, don't talk back (Shh)
 I've been grindin' like a train on tracks
 Used to go for broke, we had to change all that (Cut it out)
 Blood, sweat and tears for years, that's big facts (Big facts)
 The foundation yeah we laid all that
 Stay up in your lane, never change, fall back (Yeah)
 Got the top missin', like the brains went splat (Ugh)
 Fascinated with the features, when you see me I'm so physical (Fresh)
 Like coffee in the middle of the interview
 So flossy, 'cause I love my broccoli
 I ain't on the menu, but these niggas want to toss me
 Illustrated with my nigga, we're on sicko mode
 Whippin' up the gold, runnin' on our tippy toes
 Come catch me. I might let you pass me
 Ridin' on the break, then a nigga start mashin'
 Illest, he the realest, fuckin' with the freshest
 In this order, they gon' taste us and they mother fuckin' rep us
 I'm a queen with the visual, from the damn south
 All I need is Paul Wall to put them diamonds in my mouth
 Ready. Set. Go. Make your money, throw it up
 X-rated in my bottle, purple in my cup
 It's time, put your glasses in the air
 'Cause I'm runnin' like a train, watch my haters derail
 Why you sayin' all that
 You're talkin' too much. Money talks, don't talk back (Shh)
 I've been grindin' like a train on tracks
 Used to go for broke, we had to change all that (Cut it out)
 Blood, sweat and tears for years, that's big facts (Big facts)
 The foundation yeah we laid all that
 Stay up in your lane, never change, fall back (Yeah)
 Got the top missin', like the brains went splat

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Song Details

Duration
03:45
Key
2
Tempo
170 BPM

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