(Hook)
People go running
When n***as go gunning
That's why I'm so lost
N***as be stuntin
And I press the button
That's why I'm the boss
I got the sauce homie, I got the sauce
I got the sauce brother, I got the sauce
When you hit it, I'mma get it, that's why you lost
All my n***as get violent, then judges go silent
Then that's the cost
Citizens go riot, and police run crying now that's the cross
I got the sauce homie, I got the sauce
I got the sauce brother, I got the sauce

(Verse 1)
I put that chili peppers in my sauce
Then pass it right on to Rick Ross
That bitch is so spicy, my n***as think it is false
Everybody try to pitch in now I'm getting to the pay
Everyday I get paid, then grab that Nina to get laid
Dollars after dollars ain't no way I'm going broke
Hunnids after hunnids
These n***as think that I'm a joke
Keep messing with my money
You gon' get me provoked (yeah bro)
I'm tired of n***as say that they gon' fight me
But I don't see shit
Fuck around the realest Blood out in these streets
We beaming shit
We a leaving shit, dump you in the ditch
Me and Keisean running up them digits
808 mafia helping cooking beats in the kitchen
Pay close attention and just listen
Or go fishing