[Intro]
That’s why you the genius
(Krrrt)
(Ball SZN)
Are you dumb?
(Ay)
Saucy like…

[Hook]
Santana
At your head like bandanas (ooh)
Black Santa, Yankee fitted cap
That’s the new black glamour
Better get your mans
He got (ooh) bad manners
Ain’t no second chance
(Ay)

[Verse 1]
I ain’t never trippin’, I just bless up (Okay!)
I know gangstas that don’t take care of their kids
Thinking they applying pressure
How you steppin’, but won’t step up? (Hmm)
Can’t even fathom how you living, whatsoever
Just do better
Family full of hard workers and finessers
Man, it can’t get no better
N***as settle for no cheddar, I could never
I know desperate times’ll call for desperate measures (Krrrt)
But being broke ain’t never been a guilt pleasure
So I’m saucy like…
[Hook]
Santana
At your head like bandanas (ooh)
Black Santa, Yankee fitted cap
That’s the new black glamour
Better get your mans
He got (ooh) bad manners
Maybe ‘cause I’m saucy like…

Santana
At your head like bandanas (ooh)
Black Santa, Yankee fitted cap
That’s the new black glamour
Better get your mans
He got (ooh) bad manners
Ain’t no second chance

[Verse 2]
I can never miss, forever swishes
Only time you see me with a miss is with my missus
We ain’t finna give it up now
If I start it, I’mma finish (Rrrr)
Just keep it pushing dawg, go ‘head and mind your business (Mind ya business!)
I hate a messy bitch that’s always in submissions (Mind ya business!)
I can’t defend it (Oh my gawd!)
I don’t respect it if you peekin’ over fences (Mm-mm)
Won’t understand if you was never in the trenches (Facts)
I’m in the kitchen feelin’ saucy like…
[Hook]
Santana
At your head like bandanas (ooh)
Black Santa, Yankee fitted cap
That’s the new black glamour
Better get your mans
He got (ooh) bad manners
Maybe cause I’m saucy like…

Santana
At your head like bandanas (ooh)
Black Santa, Yankee fitted cap
That’s the new black glamour
Better get your mans
He got (ooh) bad manners
Ain’t no second chance