Sauce Twinz - Money Fever lyrics

[Intro:] GMB [echoes] Swoooo Ooo Sauce Oooweee [Verse 1:][Sauce Walka] Lord forgive me These p**y n***as gotta die for their envy Who want it Come get it I'm out here everyday Come on and see me I'm a changed n***a Be live Ask me I don't see you pussies Bout to pa** me And another n***a tryna hara** me What the f** is you talkin bout n***a who you shot Nobody Lemme see what that chick about What kinda car you drive A Ram 4 n***a You a f**in ho n***a A nobody know n***a But [?] be pimpin Cause already trippin And f**in these women You a baby daddy Sad and unhappy Yeah b**h I done ran out with the flavour p**y come and catch me Runnin with the set Runnin with the straps Runnin with the sauce Runnin with your b**h (your b**h) You in love with her But everyday on Instagram She on my dick [Chorus:] Laud mercy Jesus [x2] I got money fever Laud mercy Jesus I done ran off with the set [x2] (i'm running) I done ran off with the set [x2] Laud mercy Jesus [x2] I got money fever Laud mercy Jesus I done ran off with the set [x2] (I'm running) I done ran off with the set You know Sauce I will never look back [Verse 2:][Slim Thug] I done ran off with the set I done ran off with the set I spend it and get it right back I spend it and get it right back Laud mercy Jesus I got money fever Your b**h said I didn't hit Don't believe her I've been all between her She gotta make me more rich Before I plead you I don't need you Rather brag a pimp Than sack that Before I delete you Judge Now Slim Thug mouthin off Ride it out Had to find it out f** being broke Rather be a boss though I kept climbing out Chasing that set till i caught it If I want it I bought it My hustle game retarded All them lames got out smarted Still at the top with the sack Still at the top with the sack Broke I'll never go back Broke I'll never go back Thugga [Chorus] [Verse 3:][Sancho Saucy] I done ran out with your b**h I done ran out with your sister Sancho got that hoes Aston Kucher Sancho be sharper than butcher Yeah that's your ho till I took her Sancho I'm Jesus Pray b**hes need me All the crips love sanch like I'm easy But they I'm bleeding Soo wooh Put it on my momma Put it on a chopper Put it on [?] Put it on pic Slick n***a wid it f** what he did f** what he said Aim it at his head b**h I bang red b**h I'm blood gang Red ruby rang I love Lebron James I done ran off with the sack With three hoes to Miami My b**h broke a trick for ten racks on the beach While she tanning Cold Rolex Back to Houston, Texas Sancho punking rappers cause it's reckless n***as goin respect it Dare ya to touch my necklace. ON SAUCE! (don't do it) [Chorus] [Outro:] Like… the dope man get up everyday and go to his dope corner right? But we got up just once a year and go to our dope corner But that dope corner was sooooo f**ing… Man it's just that everybody got out there It's like 15, 20 n***as out there for this life 15, 20 n***as gotta service 500,000 people they dope