Walk Lyrics – Molly Santana

July 18, 2026 3 Min Read

Walk is an energetic English song performed by Molly Santana and Chy Cartier, who have also served as the composers of the track. The performance features an exciting collaboration between two talented artists, blending different styles and creating a fresh, contemporary piece of music. Both Molly Santana and Chy Cartier are known for their individual approach to urban sounds and contemporary hip-hop, and they offer an exciting track full of confidence, cool flows, and attitude.

The lyrics for Walk were written by Molly Santana, Chy Cartier, Showjoe, Cppo, wtfriko_, henes, txeej, and Kanashi Shinobu, showing that this song was produced by a great team of musicians. Walk was released on July 17, 2026, and represents an innovative blend of contemporary sounds, interesting lyrics, and amazing performance. With an exciting rhythm, bold delivery, and contemporary style of music, Walk offers a fascinating collaboration between the talented artists Molly Santana and Chy Cartier.

Walk Song Info

Song Information	Details
Singer(s)	Molly Santana, Chy Cartier
Composer(s)	Molly Santana, Chy Cartier
Lyricist(s)	Molly Santana, Chy Cartier, Showjoe, Cppo, wtfriko_, henes, txeej, KanashiShinobu
Release Date	Jul 17, 2026
Language	English

Walk Song Lyrics

Woo, woo
Bap, bap, bap, bap
Boy, boy

Please don’t fuck 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 shit’s gonna cost ya
You ain’t spinnin’ 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

Ball on the opps, straight dunkin’
Spent that shit 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 bitch wanna talk (Boy)
I let her talk ’cause my money do more than a lot (It does)
Walk, walk (Walk), I told that nigga 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 nigga to walk

Walk, walk, I told that nigga to walk

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

I’m on a whole ‘nother level (Yeah)
With this swag shit (Woo)
Poppin’ tag shit, and this rap shit (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 niggas ain’t poppin’ shit if it ain’t a bottle
I got a big-ass mission, roadrunnin’ on ’em
Got some big shoes to fill, my niggas 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)

What? What?
I’ve been goin’ 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 cryin’ out, “Ow, ow”, wow (Ow)
You know that this shit isn’t new to me
Told her I’ve done it, oh well
Babe, get out of my face
Nigga, fuck you and your smile
Nigga, fuck 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)