Can’t Touch This Lyrics – Molly Santana

[Intro]
(Hahahaha)
Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this

[Chorus]
So cutthroat, I need all my diamonds princess cut (Can’t touch this)
They know my name, it ain’t no need for introduction (Touch this)
The way she looking, I can tell she wanna touch (Touch this)
Ice encrusted pavé diamonds, this s*it bussing (Touch this)

[Verse 1]

You see them shottas ’round me, think before you clutch it (Touch this)
I stay with that cash on me like Kardashian (Can’t touch this)
Dodging them feds out, moving them meds around (Can’t touch this)
Shawty really gained her weight, shawty really held it down (Can’t touch this)

[Refrain]
(Frrt, frrt, beep) Can’t touch this
(Frrt, frrt, beep, beep) Can’t touch this
(Frrt, frrt, uh, yeah) Can’t touch this (Beep)
(Frrt, frrt, uh, yeah) Can’t touch this (Beep, beep)

[Verse 2]
Walk in, then I’m walking ’em down
Stats in, ain’t no counting me out (Uh)
Molly really out doing numbers
Think they lost, n!ggas lost count (Uh, uh)
Pu*sy-ass n!gga, stop talking
Go and show us what a hit ’bout (Yeah, yeah)
Let me hear where your hits now (Yeah, yeah)
Is them shows really selling out? (Yeah, yeah)
I go and break new records
You can’t even sell your fu*king record
Please show me who you influence
Name a b!tch better, I ain’t met her
I’m doing numbers on numbers

On numbers, on numbers, on numbers
On numbers, on numbers (Numbers)
I know these b!tches ain’t ready for Molly to come in the game and fu*k up the summer
I been looking for revenge, looking for revenge, looking for revenge
Uh, summer ’26, ’bout to leave all these n!ggas on a bench
I be putting up shots, I’m putting up digits
Uh, back-to-back black trucks, moving like the president

[Chorus]
So cutthroat, I need all my diamonds princess cut (Can’t touch this)
They know my name, it ain’t no need for introduction (Touch this)
The way she looking, I can tell she wanna touch (Touch this)
Ice encrusted pavé diamonds, this s*it bussing (Touch this)

[Refrain]
(Frrt, frrt, beep) Can’t touch this
(Frrt, frrt, beep, beep) Can’t touch this
(Frrt, frrt, uh, yeah) Can’t touch this (Beep)
(Frrt, frrt, uh, yeah) Can’t touch this (Beep, beep)

[Outro]
You can’t touch me, you can’t blame me
On my own, yeah, that’s the way it’s gonna stay, be (Beep, beep)
I don’t owe you, you ain’t make me
And all these n!ggas out here know you moving shady (Beep, beep)
Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this
Can’t touch this