Sauce On Me

Haaaan, woo!
I got all this sauce on me
And I still ain’t met a nigga drippin' sauce like me (haan)
Bel-Air mint condition, drop top, I feel like the Fresh Prince (drop top)
Your bitch say I’m sexy, ask me can she take a selfie (yah)
Mr. Davis with the latest, say when they address me (mwah)
I done got too rich to let these broke ass cops arrest me
Bookbag full of hundreds on me, please don’t put your hands on me (no)
I don’t play for the Hawks, but they still ain’t got more cash than me (hah)
Rerockin' the rerock like I’m remixin' the remix
He just bought a V6, I just whipped a free brick
Takin' yay to Birmingham, I’m tryna make it safely
My strap don’t got no safety, my safe don’t got no spacey
I came to work with extra weight, I feel like Eddie Lacy
Two piece for the 80, the piece go for the tre-6
[Chorus: Gucci Mane &
Hoodrich Pablo Juan
I got all this sauce on me
And I still ain’t met a nigga drippin' sauce like me
I got all this sauce on me
Yeah, yeah, it’s Pablo Juan, yeah
And I still ain’t met a nigga drippin' sauce like me