Successful Remix lyrics

[Intro: Cg Prince]
Just like JAY-Z said a few years ago, some people gonna hate
But I thought these ungrateful motherf*cks don't appreciate what I did for the game
Oui, oui!

[Verse 1: Cg Prince]
(Boys got that sauce, boy) I've been feeling the fake love, ever since I became successful
They never believed in me, so I had to prove them wrong
To be successful, I got the sauce now, yeah
I got the sauce now, yеah, yeah
I got the sauce now, yеah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Am I feeling the fake love? n*ggas giving up, I'm that real
That's why they never could be my expectation
I'm tired of people using me, I'm tired of people humming me
I'm tired of people hating me, and making a scene, they rock with me
Making a scene, they love me, I know that's cap
They made me take over this rap game, it's a wrap
You rappers is trash, but now you gotta handle that
Keep that, so many fake motherf*ckers in the industry
I went through it all (Boys got that sauce boy), I went through some sh*t with them n*ggas
Now I'm in the vendetta, to get all them n*ggas (Oui)

[Verse 2: JayFlexn]
(Mmmm, mmmm)
Studied the greats, now I'm watchin' how they move
So I tried to recreate, I ain't gon' say
I'ma learn to go any game that I really have to face
My patience don't pay, I'm finna shoot for the star
Now I'm hittin' outer space, my patience don't pay
I'm finna shoot for the star, now I'm hittin' outer space
A dream is a flag when the hustler's ridin'
The wizard of hope and the puppets is bright
I never want her to pay, but whatever it takes
Don't you need a hand for the fight?
All cause I wanna make it real fun I wanna be successful all summer
Like yo, I'm the youngest to do what I do
And they tell me, "JayFlexn, you one of a kind"
[Verse 3: Cg Prince & Fifth Ave Jay]
Boys got that sauce, boy
Mmm, blaow! Mmm, mmm
Yeah, hmm, mmm, look, like, like, they know I'm really successful, I get to that money now
Gotta step and I get to the bag, instead of tripplin', tripplin' bag, boy, 'cause you know that I get to that bag
I got Cg and Flexn with me, I know my haters really, really mad, 'cause
I had to get them right up in they bag
And they see me goin' up on the charts, why they so mad?
People be hatin', they never see me, go serve my soul
I gotta go, I'm on the road, I gotta blow half a load of mail
'Cause they know I'm comin', now I'm about to blow
Shoutout like Gucci, man, I'm in the spot, 'cause know
I'm successful, now I'm movin' hot
Shout out to A, you know I be gra, gra
Boys got that sauce, boy