Splurge Songtext
von Big Yavo

(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav) splurge
Pff, bah, bah, splurge
Yeah, we big
Skrr, swerve (alright)
Swerve (wake up and—)
Swerve, splurge (splurge)
Ayy, bitch, you got something else? Go (Neves)
She got something damn nerve
Shawty, got some nerve
That′s crazy


Ayy, look (look)
I just was broke (broke)
Now I got 50K in my coat (money)
I'm tryna give a young nigga hop What is?e (for sure)
Lil′ Munyan, and Yay and I'm dope (for sure)
I dress so clean like the pope (clean)
When you ain't got nothin′, she ghost (gone)
Get her some Goyard, she choking (Gale)
I can show you a trick like hocuspocus
Young niggas with me, they roughish (low down)

Tryna knock shit down like bowling (pin)
Pull up and shop, we open (let′s go)
Make a nigga trap close like, holy moly
I may have hit up lil' Jodie (Jodie, damn)
He be lyin′, that bro is ya brodie
When we in the club, I hold up these trophies (trophies)
All the times I was broke and they left me lonely (yeah)

Splurge (yeah)
Yay what you do? Splurge (yeah)
Splurge, splurge (yeah)
Yay, what you do? Splurge (yeah)
Splurge, swerve (get in there)
Hop in the coupe? Swerve (go)
Swerve, swerve (go)
Yay, what you do? Splurge (let's go)


Bitch, I get fly has a bird (for sure, yeah)
Having more work then a nerd (ayy)
We hear R.I.P like the nurse
Tell shawty to bring me more damn Perc′s (yeah)
I am my country boy for the low bands
Had to go down the dirt road (take a trip)
And these niggas never been in the shootout-
Or a sub-bangin' like Curt Co′ (Curt Cobain)

My cup color purple (yeah)
And I ain't talking 'bout Cele (uh, yeah)
Nigga say, ("Lil′ pussy shit,they′ll see you get amnesia" (forgot)
I'm rocking Palm Angels (what′s that?)
But just hopped out the demon (ghost)
Bitch, I'm having flavor, seasoning
I drove for no reason (sometimes)

We having nicks and canons (drumline)
Rich I′ma teach up (bye-bye)
Glock make a fuck-nigga choke (Popeyes)
Bitch, still having Popeye's spinach
Lil′ nigga play with my grams, make him look like a Ripley
Just hopped out that frog eye drippin' (drip)
None of these lil' dudes like me, I′m different (I′m different)
Burberry in London, suit life like Timmy, yeah

I'm having P like Diddy (P′s)
Stop asking 'bout Diddy and come and get with it (come here)
Should I go count up this munyan? (Should I?)
Or lay up and party with bitches? Yeah
Tell me which one is you with? (Which one?)
You gon′ count up these hundreds and fifty's? (Yeah)
′Cause shawty got big-ass titties (she do)
Fuck that, I'm tryna pull up in Porsche (skrr)

Yay gon' kick the bitch down, I′m all locked doors (doors, locked doors)
Money bring hoes like whores (let′s go)
Ever had to dry clothes out off of doors? (You dig?)
Look, I ain't get paid for my chores (I didn′t)
These niggas had an allowance (you dig?)
My soda dark as a brownie (dark)
Get to the sack, Jadeveon Clowney (let's go)
Fuck all the niggas and bitches that doubted guess what? (Wake up it)

Splurge
Yay what you do? Splurge (fo′ sure)
Splurge, splurge (let's go)
Yay, what you do? Splurge (yeah)
Splurge (yeah)
Splurge (yeah), splurge (yeah)
Swerve (yeah)
Hop in the coupe? Swerve (get in there)
Swerve, swerve (go)
Yay, what you do? Splurge (splurge)