Up & Down Saucy Santana (Ft. Latto)

[Intro: Saucy Santana]
Big Latto (Latto)
Latto got a lotto
Not hitting the motherfuckin' jackpot, bitch
(Tre Trax, I think we got one, haha)
(It's Trax season bruh)

[Chorus: Saucy Santana, Latto]
I'm lookin' for a boss nigga, not a lost nigga
Give a fuck 'bout a hatin' ass hoe (Gotta go)
Bend it over, touch my toes, I'ma take a nigga soul
Real bitch'll get down on the floor (On the floor)
Goin' up and down the pole (Uh, yeah)
Up and down the pole (Ayy, ayy)
If you got it, throw some more (Ayy, yeah, ayy)
Up and down she go (Ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: Saucy Santana]
Knock, knock, them gorillas at the door (Gotta go)
Ready to take it down, slash a nigga throat (Yeah)
Be for real, boy, you don't want the smoke (No smoke)
I been trappin', been gettin' outta stores
Now I'm up in the A with the Big Latto (Latto)
Musclin' through, call me Johnny Bravo (Yeah)
Real bitches, y'all hear that sound? (Yeah)
Shittin' on them hoes, no Doo Doo Brown
Florida bitch, ready to scrub the ground
With my Air Force 1's when I'm in they town
Guns and sex, goin' round for round
That nigga sellin' big bricks, goin' pound for pound
I'm lookin' for a boss nigga, I'm a boss bitch
Abracadabra, is you ready for a trick?
I'on need no company, I like commas
Fuck them kids, no baby mama drama (I ain't no damn parent)