Sauce Money - Middle Finger U lyrics

f** these n***as I don't give a f** about nothin And you either This is for you tommy tuckers, you know em, neighborhood s**ers We all got em, stupid motherf**ers Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin a** n***as who love us Idolize us, eat a dick, can't touch us Slick n***a, far from a snitch n***a Or b**h n***a, quick to click on a sick n***a Where it's at n***a, roam with the chrome n***a Fat n***a, bat against your dome n***a I'm that n***a, one you can't even crush Type of cat sh** in your crib and don't even flush Kind of n***a when you see him that you wantin to touch On some russell simmons sh**, but ain't in no rush Cause when the sh** hit the fan, who the hell can you trust? Duckin the blow? really? where the f** can you go? Who the f** can you get when i'm ready to spit When you hear my name i make you hate spaghetti and sh** Spit and aim with the fifth, if i get caught in a lie Ten shots light you up like the 4th of july I don't need your help, b**h, i got support from the sky Quite fluid, i'm a definite, you might do it b**hes, guns and ones, got a right to it f** up against the wall, i send your a** right through it Tattooed like mike did it, leave you lightheaded Swear to god, y'all n***as better act like christ said it Hey yo yo who the hell this sauce n***a think he talkin to, man? Arrogant ba*tard Chubby motherf**er You think you alla that, man? I can't even stand to hear this sh** no more, man Hey you know what motherf**ers? it don't stop there I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair Nothin to do with it, n***as say, "i'm glad it was them" Somethin to do with it, n***as gon' be glad it was them Inspire men, or some r&b sh** and fire ten With mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin You just a cub n***a, trapped off in a lion's den Lookin for love? f** you, you found hate, stupid I run with a 112 kids who raped cupid Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red Hands where i can cee like busta said I lead by example, n***a - must i led? Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss i said Real n***as walkin away, paramedics walkin your way Crackin jokes while i'm talkin to jay Gettin head from four dimes from new york in a day This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay? Thought it was gold? only thing it bought was your soul Split your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the road I don't play with wack rappers, i slay wack rappers Only aim to decay and spray wack rappers If n***as wanna front, and say f** my sh** Don't buy my album, f** you and s** my dick Better forget it, just to be specific Cause if you the one, then i'm too terrific Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted It's to the d**h now, if you make the sh**list Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna n***as mingle I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle News flash, here's a hot-a** item to bring you Had a car, roley, and house before my first single I know how y'all n***as roll, quiet as a tear My album ain't even dropped, and i'm writer of the year I got sh**, find me in your record store under 'hot sh**' While you register, under 'not sh**' I drop hits in the streets and triggers'll blow Show after show, watch him, big as i roll We all know the rules, fool, j**els, b**hes and dough Did you hear? i'm the fattest, nicest n***a you know And i k** a muthaf**a just to gain a buck Confuse n***as, bust guns, and aim to duck If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck Who write for who? y'all sound the same, lame as f** Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it Who bought it? and if you sold it? extort it For somethin i might have smoked, roll it Never get grimy as me, i f** a rattle snake if a n***a hold it I got both sides of the fence in minute I got hits with jay, clark, primo, and none of my wheels is rented I got a smash with puff bout to drop any minute