[Intro: Lil Uzi Vert]
And niggas don't know I've been wearing this Rick shit (On God)
Y'all just gettin' to it (On God)
And that's on everything
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Bih'), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my God
Sauce real hard, sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
All hundreds on a nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin' all this money, my fingers got blisters, yeah
I got bitches that's on top of bitches, yeah
I got bottom bitches, I got top bitches, yeah
Make her suck my dick way before I'm finished, yeah
Man, my fingers itchin' then my palms itchin', yeah
Presidential Rollie my wrist, woo (Huh?)
Look at my watch, boy, that plain gold (Jane)
They say, "Uzi, why you the same fo'?"
'Cause Margiela on me, no plain clothes
I stay in this shit like I can't go
Mortal Kombat, my chain just like Kano
I don't wan' talk about bankroll
I say "Hi" to my haters like Maino (Hi, haters)
I cannot be 'round the fake, no
You know I got to stay in my game, oh
Man, your girl, she gon' do it so good
Make me lift my leg up like I'm Fabo
Undercover, pop the tag
Louis V print on my bag (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up with a Patek (Yeah, yeah)
No, I cannot do no average, yeah (Yeah, no)
Know I pull up a G-Wagen (G-Wagen)
B on the front, so you know that's a BRABUS (Yeah)
I saw your girl walkin', she had a fatty (Ayy)
You pulled up the baddest, I bagged it, what happened? (Ayy)
Everything I touch a classic (Ayy)
I'm in my mode, you can't touch me, I'm passive (Ayy)
Life have been strange ever since I fucked Ashley (Ayy)
That was your baby, that girl called me Daddy (Yeah)
I can't give you full details, I'm not too chatty
First car was a Lambo', drove it like it's Caddy (Skrrrt)
That boy, he was hot like a peppermint patty
My boy pull up, rob the bank like my name Shaggy
Japanese clothes on me but never been in Japan
Damn, I barely made it to France, yeah (Damn)
Rocks in my socks like they Stance, yeah
Stick to the code and my stance (Code)
I spent a hundred in Dover Street Market, yes
Why you think I am a target? Yeah
Smokin' on gas, not no parsley, uh
Talk to 'em, Bash Barti (Yeah, yeah)
And niggas don't know I've been wearing this Rick shit (On God)
Y'all just gettin' to it (On God)
And that's on everything
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Lil Uzi Vert)
(Ayy, Brandon, man, why you do that?)
[Chorus: Lil Uzi Vert]
Sauce real hard (Yeah), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Bih'), sauce real hard
Sauce real hard (Yeah), oh my God
Sauce real hard, sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah)
Sauce real hard (Yeah, yeah, woah)
[Verse 1: Lil Uzi Vert]
All hundreds on a nigga (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Countin' all this money, my fingers got blisters, yeah
I got bitches that's on top of bitches, yeah
I got bottom bitches, I got top bitches, yeah
Make her suck my dick way before I'm finished, yeah
Man, my fingers itchin' then my palms itchin', yeah
Presidential Rollie my wrist, woo (Huh?)
Look at my watch, boy, that plain gold (Jane)
They say, "Uzi, why you the same fo'?"
'Cause Margiela on me, no plain clothes
I stay in this shit like I can't go
Mortal Kombat, my chain just like Kano
I don't wan' talk about bankroll
I say "Hi" to my haters like Maino (Hi, haters)
I cannot be 'round the fake, no
You know I got to stay in my game, oh
Man, your girl, she gon' do it so good
Make me lift my leg up like I'm Fabo
Undercover, pop the tag
Louis V print on my bag (Yeah, yeah)
I just pulled up with a Patek (Yeah, yeah)
No, I cannot do no average, yeah (Yeah, no)
Know I pull up a G-Wagen (G-Wagen)
B on the front, so you know that's a BRABUS (Yeah)
I saw your girl walkin', she had a fatty (Ayy)
You pulled up the baddest, I bagged it, what happened? (Ayy)
Everything I touch a classic (Ayy)
I'm in my mode, you can't touch me, I'm passive (Ayy)
Life have been strange ever since I fucked Ashley (Ayy)
That was your baby, that girl called me Daddy (Yeah)
I can't give you full details, I'm not too chatty
First car was a Lambo', drove it like it's Caddy (Skrrrt)
That boy, he was hot like a peppermint patty
My boy pull up, rob the bank like my name Shaggy
Japanese clothes on me but never been in Japan
Damn, I barely made it to France, yeah (Damn)
Rocks in my socks like they Stance, yeah
Stick to the code and my stance (Code)
I spent a hundred in Dover Street Market, yes
Why you think I am a target? Yeah
Smokin' on gas, not no parsley, uh
Talk to 'em, Bash Barti (Yeah, yeah)
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