Look at the sauce that we got
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We f*ck it up everyday
Bank account is astronomical
Spend it so fast it's illogical
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Tell me who the hell you think you talking to
Oh it can't be me little nigga
20,000 dollars for a walk through
No these steps ain't free little nigga
I'm Peter Pan
How I fly across the land
And you know that
Your bitch chose me because
I'm the motherf*cking man
Bro where your hoe at
Yeah I got one
It don't really take much but I got one
I ain't gotta see much to see you not one
I just point them I let me bro pop one
Shhhh
Let's leave it at that
Talking too much how they snitch
On them tracks
It must not be facts
Or they all must be rats
But it's none of my business
I stay to me
And that's God as my witness
I call my girl watch her stretch
Like a gymnast
Don't get it twisted she still got the thickness
And my niggas the quickest
I got a problem we solve it in minutes
Your career will be finish
Me and my niggas the lit'ist
Aye
Look at the sauce that we got
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We f*ck it up everyday
Bank account is astronomical
Spend it so fast it's illogical
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Got more sauce than a little bit
Can't do too much here's a little drip
You niggas ain't ready
Don't wanna miss it keep your camera steady
I put on a show
Then hit the road
That's how you make a bank roll
Whoa
You niggas is slow
Don't know where to go
That's why your money is low
Whoa
That's why you sold your soul
Whoa
I got a heart full of gold
Whoa
I see your run is cold
Whoa
That's why you clown to promote
Whoa
Wait
And I could never do that
Na Na Na Na
I got pride
I'd die for I do that
Uh
Little bro hit you with the boom bat
Uh
Get em outta here where the broom at
Uh
Point me where the private room at
Uh
Night time studio where I bloom at
And my brother gun so big got a
Kick back aye
F*ck your bitch once
Give your bitch back aye
You niggas in trouble
Talk to me nice or I'm bus'sin
Your bubble
Yeah
Look at the sauce that we got
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We f*ck it up everyday
Bank account is astronomical
Spend it so fast it's illogical
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Sauce
Swag
Drip
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Look at the sauce that we got
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We f*ck it up everyday
Bank account is astronomical
Spend it so fast it's illogical
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Tell me who the hell you think you talking to
Oh it can't be me little nigga
20,000 dollars for a walk through
No these steps ain't free little nigga
I'm Peter Pan
How I fly across the land
And you know that
Your bitch chose me because
I'm the motherf*cking man
Bro where your hoe at
Yeah I got one
It don't really take much but I got one
I ain't gotta see much to see you not one
I just point them I let me bro pop one
Shhhh
Let's leave it at that
Talking too much how they snitch
On them tracks
It must not be facts
Or they all must be rats
But it's none of my business
I stay to me
And that's God as my witness
I call my girl watch her stretch
Like a gymnast
Don't get it twisted she still got the thickness
And my niggas the quickest
I got a problem we solve it in minutes
Your career will be finish
Me and my niggas the lit'ist
Aye
Look at the sauce that we got
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We f*ck it up everyday
Bank account is astronomical
Spend it so fast it's illogical
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Got more sauce than a little bit
Can't do too much here's a little drip
You niggas ain't ready
Don't wanna miss it keep your camera steady
I put on a show
Then hit the road
That's how you make a bank roll
Whoa
You niggas is slow
Don't know where to go
That's why your money is low
Whoa
That's why you sold your soul
Whoa
I got a heart full of gold
Whoa
I see your run is cold
Whoa
That's why you clown to promote
Whoa
Wait
And I could never do that
Na Na Na Na
I got pride
I'd die for I do that
Uh
Little bro hit you with the boom bat
Uh
Get em outta here where the broom at
Uh
Point me where the private room at
Uh
Night time studio where I bloom at
And my brother gun so big got a
Kick back aye
F*ck your bitch once
Give your bitch back aye
You niggas in trouble
Talk to me nice or I'm bus'sin
Your bubble
Yeah
Look at the sauce that we got
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We f*ck it up everyday
Bank account is astronomical
Spend it so fast it's illogical
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We f*ck it up everyday
Bank account is astronomical
Spend it so fast it's illogical
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Tell me who the hell you think you talking to
Oh it can't be me little nigga
20,000 dollars for a walk through
No these steps ain't free little nigga
I'm Peter Pan
How I fly across the land
And you know that
Your bitch chose me because
I'm the motherf*cking man
Bro where your hoe at
Yeah I got one
It don't really take much but I got one
I ain't gotta see much to see you not one
I just point them I let me bro pop one
Shhhh
Let's leave it at that
Talking too much how they snitch
On them tracks
It must not be facts
Or they all must be rats
But it's none of my business
I stay to me
And that's God as my witness
I call my girl watch her stretch
Like a gymnast
Don't get it twisted she still got the thickness
And my niggas the quickest
I got a problem we solve it in minutes
Your career will be finish
Me and my niggas the lit'ist
Aye
Look at the sauce that we got
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We f*ck it up everyday
Bank account is astronomical
Spend it so fast it's illogical
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Got more sauce than a little bit
Can't do too much here's a little drip
You niggas ain't ready
Don't wanna miss it keep your camera steady
I put on a show
Then hit the road
That's how you make a bank roll
Whoa
You niggas is slow
Don't know where to go
That's why your money is low
Whoa
That's why you sold your soul
Whoa
I got a heart full of gold
Whoa
I see your run is cold
Whoa
That's why you clown to promote
Whoa
Wait
And I could never do that
Na Na Na Na
I got pride
I'd die for I do that
Uh
Little bro hit you with the boom bat
Uh
Get em outta here where the broom at
Uh
Point me where the private room at
Uh
Night time studio where I bloom at
And my brother gun so big got a
Kick back aye
F*ck your bitch once
Give your bitch back aye
You niggas in trouble
Talk to me nice or I'm bus'sin
Your bubble
Yeah
Look at the sauce that we got
Swagging it up
Dripping it down
I see they feeling me now
Run the check down like a fade
We f*ck it up everyday
Bank account is astronomical
Spend it so fast it's illogical
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Sauce
Swag
Drip
Writer: Thomas Cole, Trevor Hill
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid