Look, I got too much sauce, like yeah, yeah I don't care what it cost, like yeah, yeah

Say I ain't gotta talk, like yeah, yeah Cause my diamonds they vast, like yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Young n***a took a loss, like yeah, yeah

Alright, make floss, like yeah, yeah Brush and do the money walk, like yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Holy Benz, I'mma count like yeah, yeah Put the rest in the cash, like yeah, yeah,

yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Pull out the Masi, pull out the Benz Cut off my lil' hoe, I'm fuckin' a threat

I look like a pled, I look like a pimp It's never gonn' end

I'm in my mode, I'm in my mode The money I get, I gotta get more

I'm on these hoes, I'm on these hoes

Feeling bad, what's up with the dough?

I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin', I'm swaggin' on

I'm swaggin' on

Me and this money, now that's only matrimony

I'm dippin', I'm dippin', I'm dippin', I'm dippin' on you

I got too much sauce, lil' nigga, that's too much

Look, I got too much sauce, like, yeah, yeah

I don't care what it cost, like, yeah, yeah

Say I ain't gotta talk, like, yeah, yeah

Cause my diamonds, they rush, like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Young nigga to the left, like, yeah, yeah

Now I'm right back, left, like, yeah, yeah

Watch me do the money walk

Hundred bands on my count, like, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You got me started, yeah, yeah

Sippin' on beer, yeah, yeah

She show me her body, yeah, yeah

Bustin' her dreads with it, yeah, yeah

I'm fuckin' all these hoes, gettin' all this dough

Doin' all these shows, livin' on the road

Doin' all these shows, livin' on the road

But what I'm goin' through, only Lord knows

Michael Vick with the cornrows

Bitch, I've been a dog, I'm a retinose

In the parking lot of the Petco

Gettin' hit like a nigga had a show

Bumped a bitch in bed, yeah, she had a stroke

Then she put my dick way down the throat

I got pictures of it in my gramophone

That's too much sauce

I got too much sauce, like, yeah, yeah

I don't care what it cost, like, yeah, yeah

Say I ain't gotta talk, like, yeah, yeah

Cause my diamonds, they rosh, like, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Young nigga took a loss, like, yeah, yeah

I don't write big flops, like, yeah, yeah

Watch me do the money walk

Yeah, yeah, yeah

100 bands, I'ma count, like, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Oh, yeah