Sauce lyrics

[Intro ad-libs]
Yeah, yuh, yuh
Chain be, yuh, chase, ayy, ey, ayy

[Chorus]
True fifteen hundred, lethal weapon hold a hundred
Road running, hit me up (if) you need some money (ayy)
Pack for six-fifty seven hundred if I'm frontin' (ohhh)
Try to doubt me b*tch I'm going out huntin' (grrrr)
Two hundred, dash two hundred (vrrooom, vrooom!)
Model b*tch just want to f*ck me for my money
Red rose, dead zone (ayy)
See me and Richie then you know it's about some money (yeah)

[Verse 1]
In Moschino pants welcome to the lion den (ey)
Hunnid rounds, I feel like the clip gon' never end, (grr)
f*cking find you then I'm hitting all your friends (b*tch)
Hot boy don't let me find out where you live
I'ma shoot for Richie that my brother that my twin (eyy)
Free my n*gga K, Free [?] out that gym
Sliding with that pack i'mma tryna off every gram
Sliding on the opp, found out it was a fan
b*tch, b*tch suck slowly
Gucci to my toe that's why your b*tch coming over
Fourteen for a half if you tryna place a order
Two hundred on the dash, cracker tryna pull me over
Tatted on my face
Fifteen hundred out that chase, f*ck with Yoppa you ain't safe
Thirty on my waist, turn your ass to waste, I paint my b*tches face
Smoking cookie not no grape (not no grape)
[Chorus]
True fifteen hundred, lethal weapon hold a hundred
Road running, hit me up (if) you need some money
Pack for six-fifty, seven hundred if I'm frontin'
Try to doubt me b*tch I'm going out hunnid
Two hundred, dash two hundred
Model b*tch just want to f*ck me for my money
Red rose, dead zone
See me and Richie then you know it's about some money