Yuhhh Ok
Yeah Yeah Yeah
I walk in this bitch with too much sauce
Got Crome on my body its too much cross
I'm whipping that big body no rick ross
You curving me back then that's yo loss
I'm in the brook and I'm chillen in the meadow
Bitch throw it back and it soften then jellow
I be laying on her shit like its 2 big pillows
Said Sup to her kitty it ain't get no hello
Goin Straight for a album ain't no demo
I be on my own shit why you ain't get the memo
I be Flowing on the beat why you ain't get the tempo
Only one girl I need back and that's Ceilo
Uhh Uhu Uhu Uhuyah
Yeah Ok
Yeahhhh
Why you talking like that?
You Ain't got no racks like boy you a failure
She gon miss my tone my cologne and she gon think that's its similair
Yuh too much sauce too much racks too many bitches
Yah too much bullets too much glocks too many switches
Yuh we getting that money We killing our opps and we throw em in the ditches
Too many candles and too many wishes
All these hoes eating up and its too many dishes
Yeah Uhu
I walk in this bitch with too much sauce
Got Crome on my body its too much cross
Im whipping that big body no rick ross
You curving me back then that's yo loss
Ima wear this shit once and then Ima toss
She Gon chew on my dick and then she can go floss
She Gon leave all them lames and go f*ck with a boss
Boss yuh boss yuh
Uhhuuu
Boss up yuh
It's too much sauce aye
Aye aye aye
It's to much sauce aye