Splat - Club Mix
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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