Sauce'd Uhh

Ayy, think we the same it's a goddamn wrap
(Hell nah) he a stain, he a stain right
Don't give him that
Pull out and aim pussy nigga run laps
It's a trap
It's a trap but I can't be broke so I trap
I load the clip up while she count
Stripper hoe, she my accountant
Got a few stacks, you best believe a nigga
Made a money mountain
Got these niggas pouting
Got these hoes frowning
And I'm drunk as fuck and
Leanin' off these purple fountains
Got some juice and put some sauce with
It and drown the drought down
I'm countin' pills in these castles
Like it's a damn countdown
I see spaceships on and she gon' give me head

Cause she love rose petals cause
Her hair is red
Ok you think he riding for you
Trust me bro he not
And you think she sliding for you
Boy trust me she not
And I'm sagging these Balmain's hell
Nah boy these my knots
And you think that bitch a goddess
But she really a thot