Sauce lyrics
by Playboi Carti
[Intro]
Hey, hey, hey, it's time to make some crazy money
Are you ready?
Here we go
Pipe up, pipe up
[Verse]
Uh, ayy, sauce 'em up like Melo, yeah
Uh (Yeah), ayy, sauce 'em up like Melo, uh (Pipe up)
She can't even come over unless she bring a friend, no fellow, uh (Yeah)
Uh, ayy, uh, ayy, sauce 'em up like Melo, uh (Like Melo)
She can't even come over unless she bring a friend or fellow, uh (Fellow)
Yung Carti, young Creflo, ooh (Yeah)
Countin' up like Creflo, uh (Pipe up)
Shooters on my front porch, uh (Pipe up)
Serve you at the front door, uh (Pipe up)
Goons, thugs, cutthroats, yeah (Yeah)
Pipe up, uh (Ooh)
How could I front those? (Ooh, nah)
Them blocks, them blocks, them blocks, ooh (Yeah)
Yeah, we run those
My chain, my watch, my watch, uh (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm so cold (Moneybags)
n*ggas talkin' fashion (Yeah), I'm 'bout that action (Yeah), I went Nino, uh (Yeah)
Moving in a Rover, uh
Moving with a odor, yeah (Uh)
Still locked in, I go up, uh
Your b*tch make me throw up, ooh (Yeah)
Diamonds do the holdup, uh (Yeah)
Make a play then pour up, yeah (Yeah)
Diamonds do the holdup, uh (Yeah)
Make a play then… (Damn)
Ayy, posted in the booth with the boof, uh (What? Yeah)
Ayy, posted in the booth with the boof, uh (What? Pipe up)
That b*tch ain't f*cking, we gon' kick her off the roof (Yeah, yeah)
She said, "Y'all n*ggas be the truth," we say, "True," yeah, uh (We say, "True, true")
Countin' up, fillin' up my Trues, yeah, yeah (True)
She ain't gotta ask me what I do, nah, uh (What I do)
Thumbin' through the check with my crew, yeah, ayy (Thumbin' through the check with my…)
She gon' f*ck on me, then my crew, uh, uh (She gon' f*ck on me, then my…)
She gon' f*ck on me, then my crew, yeah, yeah (She gon' f*ck on me, then my…)
She gon' f*ck on me, then my crew (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)