Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Sauce on Me lyrics

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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Sauce on Me lyrics

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Honorable C.N.O.T.E Haaaan, woo! [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got all this sauce on me And I still ain't met a n***a drippin' sauce like me (haan) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Bel-Air mint condition, drop top, I feel like the Fresh Prince (drop top) Your b**h say I'm s**y, ask me can she take a selfie (yah) Mr. Davis with the latest, say when they address me (mwah) I done got too rich to let these broke a** cops arrest me Bookbag full of hundreds on me, please don't put your hands on me (no) I don't play for the Hawks, but they still ain't got more cash than me (hah) Rerockin' the rerock like I'm remixin' the remix He just bought a V6, I just whipped a free brick Takin' yay to Birmingham, I'm tryna make it safely My strap don't got no safety, my safe don't got no spacey I came to work with extra weight, I feel like Eddie Lacy Two piece for the 80, the piece go for the tre-6 [Chorus: Gucci Mane & Hoodrich Pablo Juan] I got all this sauce on me And I still ain't met a n***a drippin' sauce like me I got all this sauce on me Yeah, yeah, it's Pablo Juan, yeah 1017... And I still ain't met a n***a drippin' sauce like me [Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan] Yeah, walk in the room with like 50 thousand Smell like a money counter Water drip, I left from the fountain Pick picks, I walk on the counter Smokin' gelato by the pound I hit the p**y for 12 rounds Designer snakes, Gucci'd down And I stay with a hundred rounds Eat it up, yum yum It's fine, but I don't want nothin' but tongue These samples, one of ones Audemars rich, that's a pun Girl, I just wanna have fun Come in, I'm dressin' like James Bond Broke boy, you can't make bond I'm dressin' my b**h in that Louis Vuitton I got a lot of carats like my family rabbits No wonder why these b**hes wanna get married Got a new foreign car, call it Inspector Gadget (skrrt, skrrt) I keep it on me, yeah, they know I'm a savage $250 worth of j**elry, f** the j**elry n***a, I'm gettin' money, I ain't worried Honeycomb furs and she stir while I swerve [?] alert, watch your b**h, she flirt Drop top vert with a hundred K in my purse [Chorus: Gucci Mane] I got all this sauce on me And I still ain't met a n***a drippin' sauce like me I got all this sauce on me And I still ain't met a n***a drippin' sauce like me