Sawce - Frank Casino

Gucci Mane: See when I had no money I still had sauce, see if you ain’t got no

sauce, then… you los'

But you could also get loss' in the sauce

Interviewer: How you get lost in the sauce?

Gucci Mane: Man a bitch, man a bitch gon get loss' in the sauce mang,

you know what I’m sayin'?

I’m sprinkling sauce dropping sauce as we speak mang

You na’mean?

Overdose on sauce

No meat juss sauce

Interviewer: When you’re born can you be born with sauce?

or do you acquire

sauce?

Gucci Mane:

Noooo!

you can’t born with sauce

How you gon be born with cesar, you gotta get cesar

I wasn’t born without the sauce, I done acquired the sauce

Skrr skrrr

Yeah

Check my sauce, check my sauce

Lost up in my sauce (x2)

Check my sauce, check my sauce

Lady check my sauce

Check my sauce, check my sauce

Lost up in my sauce

Check my sauce

Sauce, sauce, sauce

Lost up in my sauce, check my sauce

Sauce, sauce, sauce

Lost up in my sauce, check my sauce

Sauce, sauce, sauce

Lost up in my sauce

Check my sauce, check my sauce

Lady check my sauce

All we want is a money, on some maleven shit

Here on some business shit, swear Lord I’ve been the shit

I start it then finish it, 360 spinning shit

Own it don’t loan shit, fuck all the rental shit

On some construction shit, out here just fixing shit

World records guinness shit, hot new hip hop and shit

Up for like 6 to 6, need me 6 zero shit, after like the first 3 zeros shit/ I’m

23 Jordan shit/ vintage whip, modern bitch/

High end couture and shit, straight out the border shit/

Ski mask, see what’s in store and shit/

My half is here to take all this shit/

The whole thang, ain’t here for negotiations/

The whole thang, no need for initiations/

MOB bet they know the abbreviations/

KMP sending yo' hoes the location

Every time I represent, I go 110 percent

110 for my motherfucking presidents, dead presidents

And I put it on my presidents, my presidents

Check my sauce

Scared I will never be, instead I’m a battle fiend/

I’m prepared I’ma panel beat, mama said/

My mama said you’ll be the man you see/

My threads mwah, magnifique/

The stares say Im hella see, I need bread I need hella cheese/

My friends they need hella weed, meds for their allergies/

Fuck the feeds on my camp, niggas baggin' trees /

We leave you dead, niggas scared nigga halloween/

They put the spotlight on you, you couldn’t shadow me/

Now who the fuck you thought you boxing?

Show me those/

Put you guard up till I’m in the coffin, holy ghost/

When I die I’m coming back a goblin, to haunt you hoes/

And besides, losing is not an option homie no/

Lord the struggle is trying to keep me hostage, hold me close/

I’m trying to fly yes trying to keep me ostrich, show me more/

I need profits, Lord I need profits, show me O’s/

I’m cool with one girl but two of my homies need four these hoes/

Check my sauce