Lost in the Sauce - Intellectual

[Intro]

Oogie Mane, he killed it

I'm working on dying

On God

Uh, yuh, yuh

Told 'em I'ma wait back (Yuh), see you when you get on (Yuh, yuh)

You the same one that got lost in the sauce (Rah, rah)

I took out some time just to gather all my thoughts (On God)

Ringtone Phone, let me sing your ass a song (Let's go)

Quarter of the Xan, I'm very particular (Uh, uh)

They say drugs is bad, but I beg to differ, uh (Uh, uh, uh)

I'm in the studio late as night and I come home rich as fuck (Uh)

Your bitch said she get wet when she laugh, she told me tickle her (ah)

Take her down a back street (rah, uh, uh)

Back me, yeah, hold up, come on, switch it up, switch it up, switch it up

Pull up, smash out, Hilton (Rah, yuh), lobby runnin' (Rah)

Tip (Yuh), dig me (Yuh), let a nigga know (Yuh, yuh, yuh, SSET)

Them dollar signs got me trippin' (Yuh), wicked (Yuh)

Sticky (Yuh), I can't even open up my jaw (Ah, yuh, yuh, yuh)

Rich sex, poppin' pills in her pussy (Yuh, bah)

Got a earring (Swear), but, lil momma, I can't wife no thot (Ah)

Ah, ooh, da da da da, ah, ooh

Now imagine if I did that on your box, ooh (Haha)

Yeah, it's cool, out the day I drove the ragtop (Ah, ooh)

Niggas talkin' like they gangster, but they cap though (Yuh, yuh)