Panache

That's sauce the bitch got sauce now She might as will become a Got damn Walmart You know, She's Piggly wiggly She's a muhfucking Fresh Pride Uh, tell me I don't look like a rockstar feeling like Oprah at a opera Bitch I work hard nonstop uh I hope it makes you sick get Nausea Competition eat em like pasta 187 to all the imposters Liquid courage got you feeling like Pac huh? One look in the mirror and see you not, huh? I got an attitude, at least what they tell me No fucks cause I grew up on Belly I think I'm Jigga I think I've been more than ready Tell the plug hit me directly Please Tell em I speak libretti Tell em that I'm bout my fetti Tell em I'm that Serengeti Tell the connect to connect me And tell that connect to come get me I got Panache I got the, I the gas I got the juice make em gag I got the yams I got the, I got the grams I got the gift, understand I got the key I got the, I got the sauce I think I'm Emeril Lagasse These bitches lost These niggas got it all wrong Be successful whatever the cost I got Panache I got the, I the gas I got the juice make em gag I got yams I got the, I got the grams I got the gift, understand I got the key I got the, I got the sauce I think I'm Emeril Lagasse These bitches lost These niggas got it all wrong Be successful whatever the cost Said bitch I'm lit I got the, I got the ray I kill em, I serve em, I slay I feel like Ye', yay I got the ego I cook em I eat em, sofrito My God, I'm so lethal Whole Squad get that paper 9 to 5 may be illegal By any means, can't sleep while living your dreams Everything ain't what it seems I got Panache I got the, I the gas I got the juice make em gag I got yams I got the, I got the grams I got the gift, understand I got the key I got the, I got the sauce I think I'm Emeril Lagasse These bitches lost These niggas got it all wrong Be successful whatever the cost Tell me I don't look like sunshine That bar don't even need a punchline I be going off till the sun shines Taking no days off, no lunch time I'm the one to call when it's crunch time Y'all niggas wasting too much time That girl so cold, Frio Flow hot as Tapitio Said bitch I'm lit I got the, I got he ray I kill em, I serve em, I slay I feel like Ye' (Yay) I got the ego I cook em I eat em, sofrito My God, I'm so lethal Whole Squad get that paper 9 to 5 may be illegal By any means, can't sleep while living your dreams Everything ain't what it seems Everything ain't what it seems Everything everything I got Panache I got the, I the gas I got the juice make em gag I got yams I got the, I got the grams I got the gift, understand I got the key I got the, I got the sauce I think I'm Emeril Lagasse These bitches lost These niggas got it all wrong Be successful whatever the cost