[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

Nigga'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, nigga

Put 30 in your back, no Curry, nigga

Nigga dreads so long, match the fusion

Mac 11, man, that uzi leave you oozin'

Drop top, Beemer in the six, now we cruisin'

Your niggas are losing

My niggas are winning

Right from the beginning

My niggas are winning

Playing ball like Wiggins

All these niggas 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, nigga

[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