HOT SAUCE

Rodeo, Travis Scott
Rodeo, pull up on him where he go
Pull up in a Chevrolet
Pull up on him where he stay
Yeah, yeah, where he stay
Yeah, yeah, where he stay
Yeah, yeah, where he stay, ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah
My money come in the racks, uh
My money come in the packs, uh
My money come in the thraxx, yeah
Shawty, she bringin' it back, uh
I’m in the cut countin' racks, uh
I’m in the cut and I’m-, uh
I’m, uh
Boy, I get this check up on a Monday, uh, yeah
But I go to church up on a Sunday, uh, yeah
Pull up on that boy who own a Hyundai, uh, yeah
Runnin' on a ring, I feel like Sonic, huh, yeah
Run up on that boy, I feel like, huh, yeah
I would really rather have my money, huh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kicking like it’s Fifa (Yeah)
I get my (Yeah)
She look like Mia Khalifa (Yeah)
No, I don’t wanna go meet her (Yeah)
That boy slick, that boy slick, that boy slick, like
I’m in the jeep, I’m in this bih, I’m in the back
I’m in that Phantom
She catchin' feelings, I told her that’s it
Way that my life go, I feel like a leader
Yeah, eatin' at crab shacks, catch me at eaters, yeah
Heard they on my big stick, I told them to hop off
Had to take his top off, I just had a big pause
Feelin' like a, I just had it locked off
Put it 'round my stomach, got me feelin' like a hot sauce
And I’m runnin' up
I’m gettin' money, I came up through rough
Sunday through Monday she lick on that nut
My niggas can’t wait to come in and blow
I had a, yeah
, yeah
I’m in this bitch, like a, yeah
I’m in the cut with the cup, yeah
Money, can you throw it up? Uh
I been in the cut countin' up, huh