Sauce Money - What's My Name Lyrics
Sauce mother*****er ***** niggas listenI represent that shit, nigga bombs it son (repeat 4x)You niggas heard pre-gameBy sauce mother*****er for you lame mother*****ersAint no stopping, cats just droppingHear guns *****ing, ***** it, still rockingThug niggas and thug *****es give me my props andPlaya-hatin mother*****ers *****-blockingCats got it twisted, Im the next niggaSauce motherf-ing, check your text, niggaI ***** tracks raw dog when I sex thisA rebel, Im on some malcom x shitLet the tec spit, Im gunning em allAll these new niggas yall pump, Im running em allAint nobidy *****ing with the shit I doIf you disagree slightly, I shit on you, whatIm just with it, tell from my richesKeep my cars tinted, all my *****esLove the bigga nigga cause I grind a lotTry to calculate my figures cause I shine a lotKeep my fingers on the trigger til I find a copYou know my style, all my *****ing lines be hotI share these niggas, clear these niggasIts my time, how dare these niggas***** niggas listenSauce mother*****er ***** niggas listenI represent that shit, nigga bombs it son (repeat 4x)You niggas heard pre-gameBy sauce mother*****er for you lame mother*****ersNiggas is sick, once I dig in your chickHeard all them rumors, sauce, getting rich is a *****Confidently I spit, my clique is the shitThe more weight I gain, the more *****es I getHow ironic, hooker made off like meWith no album out, came off like meFirst single, watch it take off like beatsSqueeze the eight off like me, skate off like meI know these cats aint about they bidsI stay ready, I doubt these kidsWant it, or you work on itYou ride my dick so much I put a turnstile on itOnly fair now, pay your fares nowSpit snare rounds for spare clowns, no fear nowRhyme or skit *****, its time to splitYou just passing gas, nigga, Im the shitWhats my mother*****ing name? (sauce mother*****ing)Sauce mother*****er ***** niggas listenI represent that shit, nigga bombs it son (repeat 4x)You niggas heard pre-gameBy sauce mother*****er for you lame mother*****ersIm the defiant vet you cats try and wetWanna be jordans, aint even kobe bryants yetSauce money aint no half-ass rapperAct fast rapper, stack cash rapperHood past the hoochies cute, stack lucci, dukeRock three-quarter gucci bootsInternal revenue, thats money up the dookie shoot(what? ) high off of hennessee shotsEnemies plot, but my memory gotSixteen with one in the head, gunning with leadCats like to gossip? heres something to spread:Sauce money coming, better get ready***** you vets, I dont squeeze to touch your chestMy flamer got me aiming at your upper eschUnstoppable, when Im on a block with a heaterIf you love me, wait to you hear little jeeterSauce mother*****er ***** niggas listenI represent that shit, nigga bombs it son (repeat 4x)You niggas heard pre-gameBy sauce mother*****er for you lame mother*****ersRecognize, nigga
