SauceGod SINSÉ - 6:41 AM (feat. Greene$)

When you get alot of money
You gotta take the time to count that shit
you know
Don't trust machines, money counters
all that shit
Just take time when you count the money
Beamer coupe cut off top only when it's sunny
I be tryna tell her stop cause I know It's coming
Birdies flock to the spot cuz the knots bugging
& I can't stop thugging
Most you niggas never drop nothing
Cop something
The smoke'll never make me stop clutching
My older cousins been thugging since Bill wasn't
Gliends call me up tryna cop something
They tryna D me up
But we don't stop pumping
Niggas know we the reason
Why the block jumping
& I be thot fucking
Basic bitches tryna long tongue it
Dog shit on the bus coming
Back tryna drag something
Racing like a crash dummy
Gotta keep a strap on me
I can't feel you dawg
They could never lil bro me
Laughing at my past cause they didn't want me
But she a bad lil bitch
Gone and put the pussy on me
I got quality i got wok
Nigga rest in peace to Kobe
In here by myself so can't nobody lean up on me
Only trust inside myself because you know the streets get lonely
Put my trust into this pape i put my trust into my brodies
I don't trust these bitches man they'll do you grody on my brodie
I'm the SauceGod nigga i'm the trending topic
It's way too many niggas out here pocket watching
I pray to God i'll never use the pocket rocket
Rollie dancing on my wrist ain't no tiktoking
Heavy ass rocks in my chain it got me gleaming up
Weed hit my ass so hard it had me leaning up
Bad bitch want me to slide but we ain't linking up
Can't make up my mind cop a Lambo or a Bentley truck
(I'll get em both)
They fuck with moves how I be sliding on em uh
MJ moves how I be gliding on em huh
That hoe think about me it hurt that pride on him huh
My dawg washed his clothes he put that tide on him huh
Yeah
Bitch i'm a touch a mil
I had to find myself before I found a deal
My niggas bought a mansion out in AZ
It's dues you gotta pay and this life ain't cheap
This life ain't cheap man this life ain't fair
Man we gon smoke alot of crud we gon put it in the air
Man this life ain't cheap man this life ain't fair
We gon smoke alot of crud we gon put it in the air
I said this life ain't cheap
(It's not cheap)
She got long hair
Pretty ass feet
I said this life ain't what, yeah me & T
Aye back to back we got what you need

Written by:
Hunter Greene, Torren McMillon

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