Текст песни Lucki - Saucin' (Remix; feat. Playboi Carti)
Hey, hey, hey, it's time to make some crazy money
Are you ready? Here we go (pipe up)
Pipe up
Uh, ayy, sauce 'em up like Melo, yeah
Uh, ayy, sauce 'em up like Melo, uh (pipe up)
She can't even come over unless she bring a friend, no fellow, uh (yeah)
Uh, ayy, uh, ayy
Sauce 'em up like Melo, uh (like Melo)
She can't even come over unless she bring a friend, no fellow, uh (fellow)
Yung Carti, young Creflo, uh (yeah)
Countin' up like Creflo, uh (pipe up)
Shooters on my front porch, uh (pipe up)
Serve you at the front door, uh (pipe up)
Goons, thugs, cutthroats, yeah (yeah)
Pipe up, uh (ooh)
How could I front those? (Ooh, nah)
Them blocks, them blocks, them blocks, uh (yeah)
Yeah, we run those
My chain, my watch, my watch, uh (yeah)
Yeah, I'm so cold (moneybags)
Niggas talkin' fashion, I'm 'bout that action, I went Nino, uh (yeah)
Moving in a Rover, uh
Moving with a odor, yeah (uh)
Ziploc then I go up, uh
Your bitch make me throw up, uh (yeah)
Diamonds do the hol' up, uh (yeah)
Make a play then pour up, yeah (yeah)
Diamonds do the hol' up, uh (yeah)
Make a play then (damn)
Ayy, posted in the booth with the boof, uh (what? yeah)
Ayy, posted in the booth with the boof, uh (what? pipe up)
That bitch ain't fucking, we gon' kick her off the roof (yeah, yeah)
She say, "Y'all niggas be the truth"
We say, "True," yeah, uh (we say, "True, true")
Countin' up, fillin' up my Trues, yeah, yeah
She ain't gotta ask me what I do, nah, uh (what I do)
Thumbin' through the check with my crew, yeah, ayy (thumbin' through the check with my)
She gon' fuck on me, then my crew, uh, uh (she gon' fuck on me, then my)
She gon' fuck on me, then my crew, yeah, yeah (she gon' fuck on me, then my)
She gon' fuck on me, then my crew (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Five green monsters
10 percs for my bitch grandmama
Ayy, ayy, ayy
She just fuck with me for my views, ayy, ayy, ayy
Servin' purp and lean, don't drink booze, ayy, ayy, ayy
Think you robbin' me, dude is boozed, they confused
On some skinny jeans, but then see this move on me too, what a fool, ayy, ayy
Carti got a stain in play
Hit that first then pass that ye off straight to twin, I'm Ray J
Scoop me on a payday
She gon' catch me off of Snapchat
She just copped my re-up, I let my plug tax now
Least that I back down, boy check my background
I been crappin' niggas points since them backgrounds, ooh, shawty
Huh, since them backgrounds
But that's my point, fuck all of that shit, boy...
Ayy, ayy, ayy, finesse, finesse
Posted in the booth with the boof, uh (what? yeah)
Ayy, posted in the booth with the boof, uh (what? pipe up)
That bitch ain't fucking, we gon' kick her off the roof (yeah, yeah)
She say, "Y'all niggas be the truth"
We say, "True," yeah, uh (we say, "True, true")
Countin' up, fillin' up my Trues, yeah, yeah
She ain't gotta ask me what I do, nah, uh (what I do)
Thumbin' through the check with my crew, yeah, ayy (thumbin' through the check with my)
She gon' fuck on me, then my crew, uh, uh (she gon' fuck on me, then my)
She gon' fuck on me, then my crew, yeah, yeah (she gon' fuck on me, then my)
She gon' fuck on me, then my crew (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
