Walk Lyrics – Molly Santana, Chy Cartier

[Part I]

[Intro: Chy Cartier]
Woo, woo
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Boy, boy

[Verse 1: Chy Cartier]
Please don’t fu*k with my partner, I’d hate to get dark ’cause I been really happy (I been really happy)
I do not dilly-dally, you’re wasting my time and that s*it’s gonna cost ya
You ain’t spinning like a top, no, boy, it ain’t coffee
Doubled his cup and he said it’s from Costa (It’s from Costa)

Why you tryna talk like me? You even act like me
You’re tryna walk like me, some imposter
And you can tell I get bread
I’m tryna run it up, stack up my pinky
Back straight when I sit, cross my legs
I know you can tell by this posture
I get bread, you can tell by this walk (Walk, walk)
And I used to have a roster before I got a baller
I’m 5’7″, he’s way-way taller
My bag long and hе’s taller (Boy)
Nothing can ever bе smaller, never

[Verse 2: Molly Santana & Chy Cartier]
Ball on the opps, straight dunking
Spent that s*it like it ain’t mean nothing (Uh)
Chy said I’m good in London
They try creep and the mandem jump in (Rrr)
I make it pop, I made that b!tch wanna talk (Boy)
I let her talk ’cause my money do more than a lot (It does)
Walk, walk (Walk), I told that n!gga to walk
I ain’t with all of the talk
Only wan’ talk if it’s all ’bout them knots
Walk, walk, I get the drip for my walk (Boy)
My money stack tall to the top
Too much of it and I ain’t get a less

Walk, walk, I told that n!gga to walk

[Outro: Molly Santana]
Walk, walk, I told that n!gga to walk

[Part II]

[Intro: Molly Santana]
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1: Molly Santana & Chy Cartier]
I’m on a whole ‘nother level, yeah
With this swag s*it (Woo)
Popping tag s*it and this rap s*it (Bap, bap, bap, bap)
Yeah
I never had no problem, these hoes just ain’t Molly (Weird)
I made that clear (Aha)
I went into my problems and turned them to dollars
These n!ggas ain’t popping s*it if it ain’t a bottle
I got a big-ass mission, roadrunning on ’em
Got some big shoes to fill, my n!ggas need me out here (Bap, bap)
I’m the type to the send the deal, I don’t do the offer
I wan’ shoot it for the kill, I want it, so I got it (Boy)

[Verse 2: Chy Cartier]
What? What?
I’ve been going too mad, but I’m ’bout to go madder right now
Chy, don’t hurt them, Chy, don’t hurt them
But my swag had them crying out, “Ow, ow”, wow (Ow)
You know that this s*it isn’t new to me
Told her I’ve done it, oh well
Babe, get out of my face
N!gga, fu*k you and your smile
N!gga, fu*k you and your composite bonding
After work hours and I’m in the stu’ (I’m in the stu’)
Of course it’s a long ting
But won’t throw in the towel
When I go in Mayfair Hakka’
And when I go New York Town
I got a house in the sticks
I just told my old ends, “Ciao” (Bye-bye)