Sauce - Dirty lyrics

[Intro: Dray Day]
Bwa, ayy
(20mg) Yeah
Bwa, ayy

[Chorus: Dray Day]
I got shawty on the line
She tell me she in love
She tired of her man, she want a thug
I slide and beat it up
And f*ck a 9-to-5, I'd rather make money all the time
Hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with thе
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
I hit thеse b*tches with the
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
I hit these b*tches with the sauce

[Verse 1: ohtrapstar & Dray Day]
Girl you rolling with a boss, all these lil' boys out really soft
I'm a beast, I'm a dog
You a dog, I don't want no love
With the team going up, bentley all a rose
Flooded my whole wrist, flooded my whole team
Reach for the chain, I'ma pull the chopper out and blow your cap off
We be in the streets, b*tch I tote the heat
Pockets full of guap, let a f*ck n*gga act up
Money dancing in the whip, money dancing with your b*tch
Stack it to the roof, f*ck a hoe in love with big bucks
Valentino drip, we don't do no kiss
Wake up then I get it, bad b*tch reminisce
[Chorus: Dray Day]
I got shawty on the line
She tell me she in love
She tired of her man, she want a thug
I slide and beat it up
And f*ck a 9-to-5, I'd rather make money all the time
Hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
I hit these b*tches with the
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
I hit these b*tches with the sauce

[Verse 2: Dray Day]
Yeah I tell her take it off
Girl you f*cking with a dog, turn around and beat it up
She don't want to fall in love, she just vibing with a thug
Pop a bottle tell lil' shawty live it up
It's BSM and ohtrapstar in the cut
We hit the club and you know we gon' f*ck it up
Bouncers DJs and Bartenders f*ck with us, everybody show us love
That's why lil' shawty like to roll with us
'Cause everywhere we go they notice us
I tell lil' shawty girl you know what's up
You know what's up
You know what's up
[Chorus: Dray Day]
I got shawty on the line
She tell me she in love
She tired of her man, she want a thug
I slide and beat it up
And f*ck a 9-to-5, I'd rather make money all the time
Hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the sauce
I hit these b*tches with the
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
I hit these b*tches with the
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
Sauce-woah-oh
I hit these b*tches with the sauce