TMS (Too Much Sauce)
I'm the man, I got way too much sauce (Whoa, Whoa)
Making Money move you, You can tell how I walk (Whoa, Whoa)
Nigga pocket watching, Got to spray the bugs off (Whoa, Whoa)
My bills due, Gotta' take another loss
Work hard never lacking
Making money got stack it
My family blood what brackin'
Cool with crips whats happening
Fuck with me, I'm the Captain
Don't get caught lacking
Put you on a t-shirt be like damn bro what happen
Baby boy I'm the Captain
Always smoking that gas (Gas)
Always chasing that bag (Bag)
Never finish off last
If you ain't about your paper, Baby boy you moving sad (Sad)
Asking me for a hand boy, Baby boy chase that bag (Yeee)
I'm the man I got way too much sauce
Making money moves, You can tell how i walk (Walk)
Niggas pocket watching, Got to spay the bugs off (Off)
My bills due, Gotta take another loss
I-I-Gotta to go hard got to give it my all (All)
Laugh in haters face, Even when fall
Nigga see work but they don't work at all
Don't even got your back, Even when you fail (Whoa)
But. Hang with hang they know me while
Smoking on L's look like a wishing well (Well)
Dive in her ocean like I'm Michael Phelps
Rock on that mic like I'm Micheal Jack'
Put a team on my back call me running back (Back)
I was down on my last, Ain't no going back
Been a singing nigga but I flow for days (Days)
Been flowing on that mic like a AK
I'm the man, I got way too much sauce
Making money moves, You can tell how I walk
Nigga pocket watching, Gotta spay the bugs off
My bills due, Gotta take another lost (Ah, Ah)
Im the man, I got way too much sauce
Do you know what it cost to be a boss
Only juice cause y'all niggas out here only taking loss
See I'm so saucy, Gotta' turn the lights off
Niggas see I got the flavor, Asking me for favors
So I don't do no hand outs, So sour like a now and later
Shout out to my haters, They know I'm the greatest
Plotting on my down fall, So I stay motivated
I love it and they hate it
Ladies didn't want me but now they want my babies
Sounding hella crazy
Asking for a handout, Said she got her own baby
Baby girl I got my own baby, Sounding hella crazy (Yeah, Yeah)
I'm the man, I got way too much sauce
Making money moves, You can tell how I walk
Nigga pocket watching, Gotta spay the bugs off
My bills due, Gotta take another lost
Im the man, I got way too much sauce
Do you know what it cost to be a boss
Only juice cause y'all niggas out here only taking loss
See I'm so saucy, Gotta' turn the lights off
Making Money move you, You can tell how I walk (Whoa, Whoa)
Nigga pocket watching, Got to spray the bugs off (Whoa, Whoa)
My bills due, Gotta' take another loss
Work hard never lacking
Making money got stack it
My family blood what brackin'
Cool with crips whats happening
Fuck with me, I'm the Captain
Don't get caught lacking
Put you on a t-shirt be like damn bro what happen
Baby boy I'm the Captain
Always smoking that gas (Gas)
Always chasing that bag (Bag)
Never finish off last
If you ain't about your paper, Baby boy you moving sad (Sad)
Asking me for a hand boy, Baby boy chase that bag (Yeee)
I'm the man I got way too much sauce
Making money moves, You can tell how i walk (Walk)
Niggas pocket watching, Got to spay the bugs off (Off)
My bills due, Gotta take another loss
I-I-Gotta to go hard got to give it my all (All)
Laugh in haters face, Even when fall
Nigga see work but they don't work at all
Don't even got your back, Even when you fail (Whoa)
But. Hang with hang they know me while
Smoking on L's look like a wishing well (Well)
Dive in her ocean like I'm Michael Phelps
Rock on that mic like I'm Micheal Jack'
Put a team on my back call me running back (Back)
I was down on my last, Ain't no going back
Been a singing nigga but I flow for days (Days)
Been flowing on that mic like a AK
I'm the man, I got way too much sauce
Making money moves, You can tell how I walk
Nigga pocket watching, Gotta spay the bugs off
My bills due, Gotta take another lost (Ah, Ah)
Im the man, I got way too much sauce
Do you know what it cost to be a boss
Only juice cause y'all niggas out here only taking loss
See I'm so saucy, Gotta' turn the lights off
Niggas see I got the flavor, Asking me for favors
So I don't do no hand outs, So sour like a now and later
Shout out to my haters, They know I'm the greatest
Plotting on my down fall, So I stay motivated
I love it and they hate it
Ladies didn't want me but now they want my babies
Sounding hella crazy
Asking for a handout, Said she got her own baby
Baby girl I got my own baby, Sounding hella crazy (Yeah, Yeah)
I'm the man, I got way too much sauce
Making money moves, You can tell how I walk
Nigga pocket watching, Gotta spay the bugs off
My bills due, Gotta take another lost
Im the man, I got way too much sauce
Do you know what it cost to be a boss
Only juice cause y'all niggas out here only taking loss
See I'm so saucy, Gotta' turn the lights off
Credits
Writer(s): Zechariah Ware
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