[Hook: Thomson Nasser]
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
Need no applause I know I'm the goat
I'm tireda being poor, I'm tireda being broke
They sleep on my shit they say that they woke
I wanna get rich off my music fosho
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
Need no applause I know I'm the goat
I'm tireda being poor, I'm tireda being broke
They sleep on my shit they say that they woke
I wanna get rich off my music fosho
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Mе and my dawgs cut off your toes
[Post-Hook: Thomson Nasser]
I need millions, then I'll stack the Ms
I need billions, thеn I'll stack up the Bs
I need trillions, then I'll stack up the Ts
Yeah I'm serious
Don't you play with my paper
I need millions, then I'll stack the Ms
I need billions, then I'll stack up the Bs
I need trillions, then I'll stack up the Ts
Yeah I'm serious
[Verse 1: Thomson Nasser]
Don't play with my bag, you get ghosted
They gon put you on shirts, get posted
Every mic that I spit on get roasted
And I need my respect like the old days
And I need all the tulips and roses
'Fore the heaven and hell gates closes
Me and Quan we like Benjamin and Joseph
Me and Trigga like Aaron and Moses
Me and B got all kinda Artillery
Niggas never gon match our delivery
Bust a nut in her face, look after my kids
She mad at me, sticky and slippery
And she say I'm the one like she Billie Jean
I just smile like ''Yeah yeah, I'm really he''
Only rapper that's better is the mini me
Ain't nobody as real in this industry
Like seriously
[Hook: Thomson Nasser]
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
Need no applause I know I'm the goat
I'm tireda being poor, I'm tireda being broke
They sleep on my shit they say that they woke
I wanna get rich off my music fosho
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
Need no applause I know I'm the goat
I'm tireda being poor, I'm tireda being broke
They sleep on my shit they say that they woke
I wanna get rich off my music fosho
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
[Verse 2: Zax Sauce Daddy]
How is it ? Every time I lose them niggas always happy (Yeah)
They hate to see me win (Oooh woah)
Talkin' like they know it better, but they scared to try it (They scared)
We not the same my nigga (We not)
Shame on you my nigga
So I am getting straight to road
Ain't comin' back until my pockets fat
Ain't coming back until we all eating
My Momma's prayers are keeping me safe
No typa harm coming in my way
And the sauce is drippin'
Nothing can stop a nigga (Hell nah)
Blessings fall on a nigga
And I know the real ones, I know some people got me
I'm tryna get it in the mornin'
The bills on me in the mornin'....
I know some people got me
So fuck whoever is hatin' (Yeaaaa)
[Hook: Thomson Nasser]
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
Need no applause I know I'm the goat
I'm tireda being poor, I'm tireda being broke
They sleep on my shit they say that they woke
I wanna get rich off my music fosho
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
Need no applause I know I'm the goat
I'm tireda being poor, I'm tireda being broke
They sleep on my shit they say that they woke
I wanna get rich off my music fosho
I got the sauce, niggas is foes
Me and my dawgs cut off your toes
[Post-Hook: Thomson Nasser]
I need millions, then I'll stack the Ms
I need billions, then I'll stack up the Bs
I need trillions, then I'll stack up the Ts
Yeah I'm serious
Don't you play with my paper
I need millions, then I'll stack the Ms
I need billions, then I'll stack up the Bs
I need trillions, then I'll stack up the Ts
Yeah I'm serious
[Outro]
Don't you play with my bag, you get ghosted
