[Intro]
(Ayy, let that shit ride, Tav)
Splurge
Frrt, bah, bah, splurge
Yeah, we big
Skrrt, 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

[Verse 1]
Ayy, look (Look)
I just was broke (Broke), now I got 50K in my coat (Money)
I'm tryna give a young n***a hope (Fo' sure)
Lil' munyan, and Yay and I'm dope (Like dope, fo' sure)
I dress so clean like the pope (Clеan)
When you ain't got nothin', she ghost (Gone)
Gеt her some Goyard, she choking (Gale)
I can show you a trick like hocus pocus
Young n***as with me, they roughish (Low down)
Tryna knock shit down like bowling (Pin)
Pull up and shop, we open (Let's go)
Make a n***a 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 (These tropies)
Remember all the times I was broke (Broke) and they left me lonely (Yeah)
[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 2]
Bitch, I get fly has a bird, yeah (Fo' sure)
Having more work then a nerd, ayy (Nerd)
We hear R.I.P like the nurse
Tell shawty to bring me more damn Perc's (Bring 'em)
Yeah, I hit my country boy for the low bands
Had to go down the dirt road (Take a trip)
And these n***as 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 (I'm not)
N***a say lil' pussy shit, they 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 (Bah-bah)
Rich I'ma teach up, bye-bye
Glock make a fuck-n***a choke, Popeyes
Bitch, still having Popeye's spinach
Lil' n***a play with my grams, make him look like a Ripley (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)
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 (Skrrt)
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 n***as had an allowance (You dig?)
My soda dark as a brownie (Dark)
Get to the sack, Jadeveon Clowney (Let's go)
Fuck all the n***as and bitches that doubted
Guess what? (Wake up it)
[Chorus]
Splurge, Yay what you do? Splurge (Fo' sure)
Splurge, splurge (Let's go)
Yay, what you do? Splurge (Yeah, yeah)
Splurge, swerve (Yeah)
Hop in the coupe? Swerve (Get in there)
Swerve, swerve (Go)
Yay, what you do? Splurge (Splurge)