The Sauce

Thinking about the sauce let it spill
Working on that sauce let it fill
My nigha got a box that's a deal
You wana Chase thousands
I wana chase a mill
Money, money, money
Be the motto
Betting on ideas everyday like the lotto
Praying one come through
Bring in more doh
Can't say much cause all I do is sin
Still on the mind set
Still on the win
Pass me some haze G
Now I'm getting lean
Need more beats and I need you make'em mean
Need a producer to make a scene

Just tryna get the game in a headlock
On the spliff like a man with them dreadlocks
Tryna win in a scene that's red hot
Lil Wayne on the speakers
When the bedrock
Potter in the bando for the Payper
J hus in the club that be later
I see you hating but I'm dabbing on a hater
His beef liquid beef
MST smoke it like its vapour
MST on the scheme on the dream
MST you know be trapping on the scene
Crazy bitch acting up so am getting lean
Feel like mover on the paper
Come on free their team

You wana know my game but you can't play
Do what you do
Say what you wana say
I'm sticking on this grind every day, every day
In a tussle I bob and weave like am sugar-ray
Pull up to a chocolate thing looking good
Tell her she 10/10 like all my food
Her ass clap once, that's a magnitude
So I dress her up like the
I try elude eyyy
MST MST you know be the gang
MST, MST everywhere we hang
MST, MST be coming with a bang
MST, MST you can hear the clang
MST MST you know be the gang
MST, MST everywhere we hang
MST, MST be coming with a bang
MST, MST you can hear the clang clang