Chorus:

I’m Over thinking every move that I make/

God knows I️ can’t take a loss/

I️ got no problem with hate/

That shit gon make me a boss/

They throwing salt on my name/

You just gon flavor the sauce/

They throwing salt on my name/

You just gon/

You just gon/

Flavor the sauce/

Ohh na na na/

You just gon flavor the sauce/

Oh na na na/

You just gon flavor the sauce/

They throwing salt on my name /

“Who”

You just gon flavor the sauce/

“Who”

They throwing salt on my name/

“Who”

You just gon’

You just gon’

Flavor the sauce

Verse 1:

Look

My Ex Girl be talkin a lot/

I️ told that stupid lil bitch that just flavor the sauce/

Neighbors be calling the cops/

I️ think they trippin cause all of my dawgs in the yards/

I told em don’t be alarmed/

My niggas my brothers can’t tear us apart/

I’m winning they winning /

We share the applause/

Im eating you eating /

All glory to god /

Look/

I️m thanking the lord that I’m really twenty/

In my city they smile but you see the envy/

Its a jungle and there ain’t no zebra in me/

Through the ugly times I️ made a pretty penny/

Still be penny pinching/

But they’ll never get it/

Cause as soon as they get it they go and spend it/

Bitch as soon as I get it /

I flip and split it /

But that’s where we different/

I ain’t like you niggas/

I ain’t gotta say it/

That shit understood/

Bad decisions helped me get my money good/

Started rapping niggas gave a funny look/

Gave em’ bars/

Even had to sing the hook/

Mamma music gon buy me the neighborhood/

Want a verse from me I hope your paper good/

Never heard of me I knew the later would/

And I ride for my guys and that’s that understood/

Chorus:

I’m Over thinking every move that I make/

God knows I️ can’t take a loss/

I️ got no problem with hate/

That shit gon make me a boss/

They throwing salt on my name/

You just gon flavor the sauce/

They throwing salt on my name/

You just gon

You just gon

Flavor the sauce/

Ohh na na na/

You just gon flavor the sauce/

Oh na na na/

You just gon flavor the sauce/

They throwing salt on my name /

“Who”

You just gon flavor the sauce/

“Who”

They throwing salt on my name/

“Who”

You just gon’

You just gon’

Flavor the sauce

Verse 2:

They throwing salt on my name/

Ooh no/

I thought y’all knew better/

Don’t feel the need to explain I know/

You gotta do better/

Remember them days in the rain/

I had no umbrella/

Now this young fella/

Making moves and they all jealous/

Turn your boys to your pal barrars/

Turn your bitch to a hoe when we all hit it/

Shortie sniffin the snow till her nose drippin/

All these woman gon fuck with a dope dealer/

While these niggas gon cuff up a coke sniffer/

I ain’t never been apart of that/

Fuck and never call her back/

Shortie just a groupie she was begging for a photograph/

Tell her I ain’t stupid you can settle for an autograph/

I know I ain’t trippin imma put the city on the map/

Roger that/

Throw it back/

Asking where the bottle at/

Shortie call me daddy I ain’t even had to father that/

Tell her nigga that he lucky that I even brought her back/

That’s just how I feel in the field imma quarterback/

If they keep hating you doing it right/

They do not know what to do with they life/

Please do not talk if you telling a lie/

I don hit rock bottom to many times/

Chorus:

I’m Over thinking every move that I make/

God knows I️ can’t take a loss/

I️ got no problem with hate/

That shit gon make me a boss/

They throwing salt on my name/

You just gon flavor the sauce/

They throwing salt on my name/

You just gon

You just gon

Flavor the sauce/

Ohh na na na/

You just gon flavor the sauce/

Oh na na na/

You just gon flavor the sauce/

They throwing salt on my name /

“Who”

You just gon flavor the sauce/

“Who”

They throwing salt on my name/

“Who”

You just gon’

You just gon’

Flavor the sauce