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  And niggas dont know Ive been wearing this Rick shit 
  Yall just gettin to it 
  And thats on everything
  Yeah, yeah, yeah 
  Sauce real hard , sauce real hard
  Sauce real hard , sauce real hard
  Sauce real hard , oh my god
  Sauce real hard, sauce real hard 
  Sauce real hard 
  All hundreds on a nigga 
  Countin all this money, my fingers got blisters, yeah
  I got bitches thats on top of bitches, yeah
  I got bottom bitches, I got top bitches, yeah
  Make her suck my dick way before I finish, yeah
  Man, my fingers itchin then my palms itchin, yeah
  Presidential Rollie my wrist, huh?
  Look at my watch when it bang ho
  They say, Uzi, why you the same for?
  Theres Margiela on me, no plain clothes
  I stay in this shit like I cant go
  Mortal Kombat my chain just like Kano
  I dont wan talk about bankroll
  I say hi to my haters like Maino 
  I cannot be round the fake, no
  You know I got to stay in my game, oh
  Man, your girl, she gon do it so good
  Make me lift my leg up like Im Fabo
  Undercover, fuck the tag
  Louis V print on my bag 
  I just pulled up with a pack 
  No, I cannot do no average, yeah 
  Know I pull up a G-Wagen 
  B on the front, so you know thats a BRABUS 
  I saw your girl walkin, she had a fatty 
  You pulled up the baddest, I bag it, what happened? 
  Everything I touch a classic 
  Im in my mode, you cant touch me, Im passive 
  I kept it straight ever since I fucked Ashley 
  That was your baby, that girl called me Daddy
  I cant give you full details, Im not too chatty
  First car was a Lambo, drove it like its Caddy
  That boy, he was hot like a peppermint patty
  My boy pull up, rob the bank like my name Shaggy
  Japanese clothes on me but never been in Japan, damn
  I barely made it to France, yeah
  Rocks in my socks like Stance, yeah
  Stick to the code and my stance 
  I spent a hundred in Dover Street Market, yes
  Why you think I am a target? Yeah
  Smokin on gas, got no , uh
  Turned to a man 
  Sauce real hard , sauce real hard 
  Sauce real hard , sauce real hard 
  Oh my god 
  Sauce real hard , sauce real hard 
  Sauce real hard 
  If Uzi say that its up, then its up 
  You know we dont give no fuck 
  You know we keepin the cut 
  You know we keepin it up 
  No, Im not lockin it tight 
  No, I cant fuck with these guys 
  Get in my coupe and I ride, yeah 
  Get in that bitch and Im drivin it, yeah
  None of my jewelry be light, yeah
  All of this jewelry, its ice, yeah
  I can tell that these niggas been bitin
  They gon take all my shit and hide it
  Said Im gon roll with that bitch like the 
  Im gon fuck on that bitch like Im 
  Feel so confident, bitch, Im not lyin
  Put that cash on your head, wipe your mind 
  I cant go nowhere without my nine 
  Off a pill and I feel like Im flyin 
  Im so high, bitch, I feel like Im dying
  I got high and I fucked on a dyke 
  Fucked that thot and I did me a crime 
  Free my partners thats doin the time 
  I bet they cant come at me lyin 
  I cant see these niggas, Im blind 
  Im on 350, yeah, slidin 
  Slurpin that shit, it aint bad for me 
  I chrome, lil bitch
  Couldve bought me a home, lil bitch 
  You know Im bringin the steel 
  I got my pints out the mail 
  Plus I got guns like a shield 
  Everything, yeah, Moncler 
  Im too rich to be frail 
  I aint ever tuck my tail 
  Bitch, Im givin them hell 
  Bitch, we givin them hell 
  Never play fair 
  I done ran through some paper 
  Different coupe, yeah, I dont know the flavor 
  I got shit down, save it for later 
  Ima stunt on all these bitches
  Lame niggas, they always switching
  My hoe, she swag, she dip
  These hoes, they know Im different
  These mans cant stand where I sit
  Cuban chains, no diamonds, yes
  Dont touch my palms, they itch
  I took the Rolls-Royce outside, bitch
  Sauce real hard , sauce real hard 
  Sauce real hard , sauce real hard 
  Sauce real hard , oh my god 
  Sauce real hard , sauce real hard 
  Sauce real hard