TMS

Ou ou ou na na na
Ou ou na na na
Ou ou na na na
Ou ou na na na
I’m chasing these racks
I’m all in my bag
These niggas they mad
I’m dripping in fashion
I did what they can’t
I made this shit happen
Too much sauce
Bitch I got too much sauce
Too much sauce
God gave me too much sauce
I put the d in the drip
Bitch I got too much sauce
I put the f in fashion
Bitch I got too much sauce
All these hoes coming my way
Cause I got too much sauce
I fell inlove with the money
Then came all the hoes
They pray on my downfall
Don’t wanna see me win but never will I fall
I was asleep on floor thank god
I ain’t lose no hope
Now I’m on top of these niggas
I’m on the road yeah I’m doing shows
Sam nigga that came from the basemnt
Now got the crowd going crazy
If I fuck that bitch I know she for the streets
So she can’t be for keep
These niggas they know I been a real one
Always kept it G
Remember them cold nights I was on the floor
Now my neck is on freeze
I was just broke on floor everyday I was eating so cheap
Fuck all that slacking I reinvented myself to a G
Now when I pull up to the show
They smell the goat in the kid
I want the racks all the money the paper
Or I cannot sleep
I’m chasing these racks
I’m all in my bag
These niggas they mad
I’m dripping in fashion
I did what they can’t
I made this shit happen
These niggas know
Too much sauce
Bitch I got too much sauce
Too much sauce
Bitch got too much sauce
I put the d in the drip
Bitch I got too much sauce
I put the f in fashion
Bitch I got too much sauce
All these hoes coming my way
Cause I got too much sauce
Too much sauce
Bitch I got too much sauce
Too much sauce
Baby got too much sauce
Steady chasing these racks
Bitch I been chasing these racks
This year I’m in my bag
Baby in his bag
This year I’m in my bag