Sauce Krept & Konan

[Chorus: Konan]
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don’t have sauce, they ain’t us
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
I got sauce, I got sauce
See me jumping out the Porsche
Don’t have sauce, they ain’t us
I got sauce, I got sauce

[Verse 1: Konan]
I got sauce, yeah I got sauce
They see the four exhausts, Fendi on shorts
We pour Champz on floors, GQ and Forbes
All this trap trap talk but you still sell draws
Dickhead, I made loads off tours
I made loads off tours
I'm in the villa with Cos eating steak and prawns (Came well done)
Free Merickz and Cause
Free Flipz and Pause
I've got this ting from North
She give me neck and jaw