[Hook: Sauce Walka]
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
N***as hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
N***as hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me

[Verse 1: Sancho Saucy]
I got the cash on me
My money blue but the red flag on me
Whole bunch of cash on me
N***a I got your whole fucking stash on me
Got your bitch want to suck my dick just because I'm rich, I let her gag on it
I just bought a mansion down in Katy for my bitch spent 30 bands on it
Treat the choppa like a pillow, every time I go to sleep I be laying on it
N***as tripping tryna catch me slipping I'ma turn these n***as to a memory
I can't see these n***as killing me
I'm taking flights out to Italy
It take money just to go to war so you lil n***as shouldn't mention me
Come in here Huncho Sancho, I be breaking on these bitches with my convo (Whoa)
At the Toyota Center, watching Rockets ball n***a I'm sitting front row (Whoa)
I can give a flight to James Harden, I'm a living legend Sanchie Michael Jordan
I got the bag like Santa, I just dumped the whole pint in my Fanta
[Hook: Sauce Walka]
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
N***as hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
N***as hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me

[Verse 2: Sauce Walka]
I just bought a million dollar mansion realtor say she want ten percent
That's a hundred thousand dollars, shit in two months I make that out a bitch
Sauce Gotti yeah I'm really rich
Same n***as made 2 Legit
Nah n***a not MC Hammer, the one that put white hoes in pajamas
Shit the bitch thought I was a Falcon how fast I flew her ass to Atlanta
Sent her ass down to Peachtree, told her "Go and get me a 30 piece"
Nah I ain't talking about chicken, I'm talking about the presidents that ain't living
Sauce Walka flow so nasty when I hit the beat it taste like chitlins
White bitch with so much booty n***as like "How the bitch ain't Brazilian?"
White Ferrari squeeze out the garage looking like motherfuckering cream filling
Red-handed ass rappers, yeah n***as we done caught all y'all stealing
But it never change how we living
Now we flooding n***as with the dripping
[Hook: Sauce Walka]
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
N***as hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got the cash on me
I got the cash, I got the cash on me
I got a bag on me
Bitches in the club tryna grab on me
N***as hating, they intimidated
Just to tell the truth, I think they scared of me