I Got Sauce

You know the name, she know it too

You bumping this, she coming through

I do my thing, you know it's true

I'm doing me, who the fuck is you?

Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce

You know I got that sauce, sauce

You know I got that sauce, sauce

Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce

You know I got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce

It's Futuristic, the F is for farted on the game

Fuck them, fuck them, fuck them, fuck them

Old niggas John McCain, the F is for finally found the fame

Or why the fuck you wife that girl

Then find out she got finer friends

Designer frames, all mine is Cartier

I be wilding, like that nigga Wake Flocka Flame

Okay the F is for these funky ass hoes, in the front row at my show Knowing that they body stank, let me be frank, take a shower

I'm filthy fresh, like Listerine and scented flowers

I shine like fire flies and spit fire like fricking Bowser

Flyer than the planes that got jacked and flew into the towers

Fricking cowards, fuck Osama

Flip him the finger, the same one I used to fuck your momma

It's Futuristic and the F it stands for fabulous

No, I ain't on no faggot shit, the F is for fantastic, bitch

You know the name, she know it too

You bumping this, she coming through

I do my thing, you know it's true

I'm doing me, who the fuck is you?

Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce

You know I got that sauce, sauce

You know I got that sauce, sauce

Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce

You know I got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce

Okay, the F is for these fronting faking fruit loop niggas

If it's freaky Friday, then I scoop two bitches

And my flow is ferocious, I'm sicker than flu spitting

Feeling furious, cause I'm 'bout to make it and you didn't

The F is for Ferrari, I'm a baller like Amar'e

I'm fucking the finest barbies, flow is classic, like Atari

This ain't the game, but you sorry, keep it moving, like a Harley

Got more green than a safari, I'm smoking that Bob Marley

I knew I shouldn't of smoked, I forgot the F's

But if it's Friday, I'm getting faded, like Michael Epps

Count my hundreds and fifties, or feel Latina breast

We flip the bitches, then back to Franklins and flipping checks

I could flow faster then Twista and Bizzy and Busta combined

But I slow it down for these clowns

So they can repeat every one of my lines

You ain't get that? Take ya time

Futuristic's a fucking monster like Frankenstein

You know the name, she know it too

You bumping this, she coming through

I do my thing, you know it's true

I'm doing me, who the fuck is you?

Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce

You know I got that sauce, sauce

You know I got that sauce, sauce

Fuck swag, you know I got that sauce, sauce

You know I got that sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce, sauce