Sauce Money şarkı sözleri
Intro: 2000, and it goes like. (Uh Huh, yeah yeah)Chorus: This goes out to my Brooklyn crewLay my game flat, what you wanna doTalk all night, are we gonna screw?I'm talking 'bout me and youVerse One: Sauce MoneyI like to push up on chicks like it's the last recordtake 'em to the telly get buck passed nakedLet 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sourhit 'em in the shower for an hourGive 'em that feeling, Sauce Money for real andlet her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceilingHit her so right that she wanna throw ricemy device makes her say "Damn, that nigga's nice!"Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivotpass your seven digits if you're with itSauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockinnine times outta ten it's on and poppinAin't no stopping victory's in the airbring a friend next time let's do it againBring your whole crew if you see through meand we can meet on the BQEAnd it goes likeChorus (2X)Verse Two: Sauce Money, Jay-ZSauce Money:Had this bitch bragging,Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin;huh, could you imagineShaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flamein the morning Hot 97 the first thing(Deny it) Hell yeah y'all don't buy itI don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry itBut who knows maybe one day I'll try itbut for now slow down too much lip is killin' your dietJay-Z:Can I get it what - Get it wetwhen he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the bestIt ain't wack to be with both of us, mami actuallyI'm Eddie Kane Jr., that nigga me!You want me to feel what he feel when it's tightand I know, he don't be doing it rightBut it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicksshit, we got nigga's rides on our wristsPlay your cards right you'll be driving the 6shopping all day hoppin' out in the Dist.Popping the Crist., shit hoppin' outta your wristpopping your shit, New York's hottest bitch>From the ghetto to the Stilletto'sbut you gotta do it two times like an echo, y'all feelin' thatThis is how we run it down the linenigga Sauce goes first Jigga next to rhymeChorus (2X)Verse Three: Jay-Z, Sauce MoneyJay-ZI see you got a lot to get off your chestcoat, blouse, bra-don't talk me to deathLike murder's on your mind mami, off the dressJigga ran game 'til I lost my breathSauce MoneyLast thing I need to know is what it costs for sexwhat you need to know is if I lost respectDon't have to worry if you do Sauce correctI'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat thatJay-Z: Uh, dime pieces I'm hittinSauce Money: Four in the morning Frosted Flakes in your kitchenJay-Z: Now you want me to start trickin' I supposeSauce Money: That's when the first Face Off kicks in-"We don't love these hoes!"Chorus (2X)
