Secret Lunch Alliance - Get Saucy lyrics

[Hook] Rolling at the club, getting f**ed Got the video vixens all getting crunk At the bar, buying shots with the riches Roll with BFMoney, get saucy b**hes X2 [Bittah E-Ratic] 151 in my cup Caribou Lou say what's up Now it's time to chug that jack If you can't drink get the f** back Got that Hennessy next in line What's that tingle running through my spine Holy sh**, is that patron? Motherf**ers I'm in my zone Whipping out my pipe like I'm James Deen Hoes taking shots like it's Jimmy Bean Chuhis getting me silly Got your girl tryna grab my willy Vodka vodka vodka quite the shocka shocka shocka All these girls getting hotta hotta hotta hotta Man my heart's kicking like it's playing socca socca Shut this b**h down I'm the show stoppa stoppa [DJ Lurch] Bruiser crew got rhymes to make your face melt You should dial 911 cause you gon need help BF Money rolling about 100 deep And you know when we hit the booth we're k**ing beats [Bittah E-Ratic] Smackin' cheeks, smackin' cheeks like it ain't no thing Smackin' cheeks, smackin' cheeks, whipping out my wang Smackin' cheeks, smackin' cheeks, BFMoney gettin' hoes Smackin' cheeks, smackin' cheeks, where are my clothes [Dr. Pippin] 151, give me a little Malibu Through a sh** ton of beefeater, I don't give a f** dude Give me a lot of Beam, party with Charlie Sheen Mackin' with Katy Perry (Chuhi with a little fairy) Don't give a f**, Drinking whatever's stuck In my mind I'm dancing, I'm not romancing Act like I care a f** she wearing sh** is coming off, she getting Farah Abraham [Hook] [DJ Lurch] DJ Lurch, I'm tryna hold my liquor Holding my adios while tryna not get any sicker If I take another shot, Imma have a heart attack But it's friday f**in' night, so I throw another back Save regrets for the A.M, starting some mayhem Jooky in my brainstem, my wallet carpe diem Bending like David Beckham, I don't need no chaser I caught my second wind, motherf**er Imma take them I'm out on the dance floor, getting ghost like my name Casper In my tight jeans causing laughter, this motherf**er really don't look gangster I'm 50 cent in a cardigan, hood rappers got a problem again But it's not like i'm repping portland, motherf**ers think I'm really from oregon? Say f** it cause i got money to spend, I got royalties that know no end I got a thirst that's gotta be quenched, drown all my contempt in a liquor cleanse Punk motherf**ers tryna fight my men, they don't know who they dealing with Tryna get up with BF Money and pretend that King Jooky ain't gon smash again? [Hook] x2