Too Much Sauce
Aye
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
Ain't no limit on my credit card
Should of betted on me from the start
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
I get hot and make the water boil
Candy lady candy I got flavor, bet yo shawty know it
Whip candy painted tunnel vision like them Florida boys
Bitch this ain't no knock off make me pop off
And I dare you to try it again
Don't you try that, you ain't bout that
Life you cappin', SRT
Don't hit me, hellcat fly fly right by that
Yea it's like that, I got... yea
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
Ain't no limit on my credit card
Should of betted on me from the start
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
I know it's real, cause she tatted my name
Let's keep it real, that shit in my name
I ain't the same when you ain't right here by my side
You hurt and it show, but I gotta know
You gotta know what's right for you
You gotta know that bitch for you
You gotta know that nigga for you
And make sure they love you just for you
You gotta know
I be talking that cash shit, condo next to Brad Pitt
Turnt up like my adlibs, I got
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
Ain't no limit on my credit card
Should of betted on me from the start
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me
Too much sauce on me
Neck and wrist shine like it's gloss on me
Put them racks up to my ear told benji talk to me
I got cash you can't relate so bih don't talk to me
I got
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
Ain't no limit on my credit card
Should of betted on me from the start
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
Ain't no limit on my credit card
Should of betted on me from the start
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
I get hot and make the water boil
Candy lady candy I got flavor, bet yo shawty know it
Whip candy painted tunnel vision like them Florida boys
Bitch this ain't no knock off make me pop off
And I dare you to try it again
Don't you try that, you ain't bout that
Life you cappin', SRT
Don't hit me, hellcat fly fly right by that
Yea it's like that, I got... yea
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
Ain't no limit on my credit card
Should of betted on me from the start
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
I know it's real, cause she tatted my name
Let's keep it real, that shit in my name
I ain't the same when you ain't right here by my side
You hurt and it show, but I gotta know
You gotta know what's right for you
You gotta know that bitch for you
You gotta know that nigga for you
And make sure they love you just for you
You gotta know
I be talking that cash shit, condo next to Brad Pitt
Turnt up like my adlibs, I got
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
Ain't no limit on my credit card
Should of betted on me from the start
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me
Too much sauce on me
Neck and wrist shine like it's gloss on me
Put them racks up to my ear told benji talk to me
I got cash you can't relate so bih don't talk to me
I got
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
Ain't no limit on my credit card
Should of betted on me from the start
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
Too much sauce on me I swear to God
All this Voss on me I'm drippin' water
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Writer(s): Javier Perez Boswell, Pryce Watkins
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