I'm Sayin, that everybody like to do something ya know You like what you like, I like what I like Thats what we doing what we like to do Sauce money
Tradução: Sauce Money. ¿Qué hacemos?.
She like ?no I had dinner already?, ?but if it's sauce at your crib I make a mean spaghetti? Now I'm on the highway like Andre Within a couple minutes we
Keep livin' ya dream What? [talking: The Game] Ayo Skee man, shit is too easy. Ya know what I'm sayin? We put out mixtapes when the fuck we feel like
And homey that's strictly fact he got ripped on wax So he snitched just to get me back No matter what you say dog your shit be whack You better watch what
Cent ! 50 Cent It’s bottle after bottle The money ain’t a thang when you party with me Its what we into its simple We ball out of control like you wouldn
the cost, this is authentic and nothin' that's dealin' with them world-wide bosses! We got the sauce, baby, we got the juice! We keep 'em in a frenzy
now I loaded up the stash on the hollow floor double checkin everything, now it all looks cool now we rollin to the border like we used to do we pulled
that be makin the clubs say "What" Gettin love, and making the club say "What" Some of you cats, hate on the low and got sick Any sauce that got hits,
the Gangsta Fun Band! We'll be right back with Violent J [Announcer: (Playa hata:)] Do your homies have money? Are you broke? (Yeah.) Do bitches look
a joke? Now who got the last laugh? Now take these bullets with you to hell [Sauce Money] You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit So
: (feat. Sauce Money) [Jay-Z, (Sauce)] [Jay-Z talking:] Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feel this... [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put
: (feat. Big Jaz, Sauce Money) [Sauce Money] Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack Shit I ain
down deep in the record bins Well everybody gettin' down make no mistake Nothing sounds quite like an 8 0 8 Money Makin' Money Money Makin' Super Disco Disco Breakin' Money Makin' Money Money
: (with Gudda Gudda) [Gudda Gudda] Ok Im sippin on the syrup Got a n-gga moving slow I?m all about the money What the f-ck you think I do it for B-tch
gardener to cut the grass I hear 'em but they talking under mass Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass That's Cash Money, honey pie We ain't runnin, we
to do this Shame on a hater, we don't pop charts, so the bread pop up like pop tarts Red coupe, hot sauce, bitches getting locked jaw Big titties top