[Intro]
Is it hard, is it hard to be fresh if you don't have money, or can you still pull it off?
When I ain't had no money, I still had sauce
If you don't got no sauce, then you're lost
But you can also get lost in the sauce
How you get lost in the sauce?
Well, a bitch gon' get lost in the sauce, right?
Mmm-hmm
You know what I'm saying?
I know what you're saying, man
I mean, I sprinkle the sauce, droppin' the sauce in the dish, man
Right, right, right
You know what I mean?
I dig it
Overdose in sauce
That's what it is
No, no, no meat, just sauce
When you're born, can you be born with sauce, or do you acquire the sauce?
No, you can't born with sauce
You get sauce— you get sauce from—
How you gon' be born with seasoning? You gotta get seasoned
I was born without the sauce
Hell yeah
I had to acquire the sauce

[Verse 1: 2thousand5]
I was smoking backwoods on Queen Street West (Westside, yeah)
Shawty only wanna fuck 'cause she know I'm next
I've been rolling backwoods
Smoke a swisher, man
N***a's out here
They ain't really with ya, man
Oh, no
They ain't really miss you, man
Oh, no, they ain't really fucking miss you, man (Oh, no)
Run up on your block
Ain't in a hurry, n***a
Put 30 in your back, no Curry, n***a
N***a dreads so long, match the fusion
Mac 11, man, that uzi leave you oozin'
Drop top, Beemer in the six, now we cruisin'
Your n***as are losing
My n***as are winning
Right from the beginning
My n***as are winning
Playing ball like Wiggins
All these n***as nagging
I been fucking flexed up (Wow, flexed up)
Ayy, shawty only wanna fuck
Give me fucking top 'cause I'm next up (Next up)
[Bridge]
You would feel me
I just came to let y'all know stop
Put some respect on my name
You understand me? When y’all say my name, put some respect on it
Did you—did you pull up on Ross that way or Trick Daddy?
I'm pullin' up on you, n***a

[Verse 2: 9TAILS]
Propane in the brain, then I'm fucked up
Flick wrist, no strain, one double cup
Bad bitch, good brain, get a lot of top
BHB is the gang, yeah, you know wassup (Ayy, woah)
Flexin' in my jewelry (Yeah, woah)
Think I was a jeweler (Ayy, yeah)
All play, no work (All play, all play)
I'm like Ferris Bueller (Ayy, woah)
Smoke till my lungs hurt (Woah, yeah, ayy)
I'm going under (I'm going under)
Bitch, sweet dreams (Ayy, woah, ayy)
No sun, I slumber (Ayy)
Shawty wanna look at my soul
She can't even look at my phone (Yeah)
Who you text in the late night? (Ayy)
Let me fingerprint the iPhone (Ah)
I'ma just drink till my head hurt
My world, your girl, short skirt, no shirt (Ayy)
When I ask, she said you were over
Cold world, no fur, no skrrt, no work