[Chorus: $KINNY YUNG $WISS]
You think you got the sauce (uh)
You think you are the boss (nah ay)

[Verse 1: H]
I put money in the bag that shit flowin cash all the guap countin stacks yeah
Everyday grindin in the booth, when they see what we do what it is what it do yeah
We boys in this booth, rappin what we do, fuck there's no rules here
Jump charts like we roo, scoobydobydoo, fuck it it’s a movement

[Verse 2: Finn]
Bling bling and the fucker CZN
Shooting these hoes like it's open season
Fucking bitches till it's like over seasoned
Got the sneakers on, man they creepin
Well around the clock, sleepin
Digits on the clock, beepin
Blasting on the Glock, shooting
Grabbing on my cock, uh

[Chorus: $KINNY YUNG $WISS]
You think you got the sauce (uh)
You think you are the boss (nah ay)

[Verse 3: $KINNY YUNG $WISS]
Zip zip zip like a body bag (uh)
Run run run like a quaterback (uh)
When the popo comes yeah you don’t want some
I smoke, you broke, yeah you know bro
Yeah you want some, when I come around
I can feel that, yeah you should know that
[Verse 4: TY Bling]
Run it like I'm bolt (Usain)
Bitch I got the sauce (Mustard)
Hold your drinks up, cause your boy about to talk
Okay, I'm smoking up a joint on the 21st Floor
Bitches want some, but I'm bout to give em some more
Can't get off me? Let me show you to the door
These hoes they just want some more

[Verse 5: KingKaung]
And I gotta them big hands
So I can grip them bands
I don't care imma do my dance
She be lookin fly imma drop my pants (yuh)
What I finna do w all that
Cookin up heat in the lab
I guess u can call me dex-ter
But I ain't really fa- (uh)

[Chorus: $KINNY YUNG $WISS]
You think you got the sauce (uh)
You think you are the boss (nah ay)