I Got Sauce lyrics

[Hook]
You know the name, she know it too
You bumping this, she coming through
I do my thing, you know it's true
I'm doing me, who the f*ck is you?
f*ck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce
f*ck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce

[Verse 1]
It's Futuristic, the F is for farted on the game
f*ck them, f*ck them, f*ck them, f*ck them
Old n*ggas John McCain, the F is for finally found the fame
Or why the f*ck you wife that girl
Then find out she got finer friends
Designer frames, all mine is Cartier
I be wilding, like that n*gga Wake Flocka Flame
Okay the F is for these funky ass hoes, in the front row at my show Knowing that they body stank, let me be frank, take a shower
I'm filthy fresh, like Listerine and scented flowers
I shine like fire flies and spit fire like fricking Bowser
Flyer than the planes that got jacked and flew into the towers
Fricking cowards, f*ck Osama
Flip him the finger, the same one I used to f*ck your momma
It's Futuristic and the F it stands for fabulous
No, I ain't on no faggot sh*t, the F is for fantastic, b*tch
[Hook]
You know the name, she know it too
You bumping this, she coming through
I do my thing, you know it's true
I'm doing me, who the f*ck is you?
f*ck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce
f*ck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce

[Verse 2]
Okay, the F is for these fronting faking fruit loop n*ggas
If it's freaky Friday, then I scoop two b*tches
And my flow is ferocious, I'm sicker than flu spitting
Feeling furious, cause I'm 'bout to make it and you didn't
The F is for Ferrari, I'm a baller like Amar'e
I'm f*cking the finest barbies, flow is classic, like Atari
This ain't the game, but you sorry, keep it moving, like a Harley
Got more green than a safari, I'm smoking that Bob Marley
I knew I shouldn't of smoked, I forgot the F's
But if it's Friday, I'm getting faded, like Michael Epps
Count my hundreds and fifties, or feel Latina breast
We flip the b*tches, then back to Franklins and flipping checks
I could flow faster then Twista and Bizzy and Busta combined
But I slow it down for these clowns
So they can repeat every one of my lines
You ain't get that? Take ya time
Futuristic's a f*cking monster like Frankenstein
[Hook]
You know the name, she know it too
You bumping this, she coming through
I do my thing, you know it's true
I'm doing me, who the f*ck is you?
f*ck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce
f*ck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce
You know I got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce